Can't you see that I'm sick of this? Chances are you're oblivious To how I feel Sitting on your throne And I'm sure that I'm not alone Not alone Not alone
Tell me please Who the fuck did you want me to be? Was it something that I couldn't see? Never knew this would be so political And please I'm still wearing this miserable skin And it's starting to tear from within But it's obvious that doesn't bother you So please
I didn't think that you'd sell me out Now I know what you're all about You might feel in control of things But you're not holding all the strings All the strings All the strings
Tell me please Who the fuck did you want me to be? Was it something that I couldn't see? Never knew this would be so political And please I'm still wearing this miserable skin And it's starting to tear from within But it's obvious that doesn't bother you So please Don't keep telling me that it's okay I don't buy all the shit that you say And quite honestly I'm fucking sick of it So please If I cut off this nose from my face Then I wouldn't feel so out of place But it still wouldn't be quite enough for you So please