I’ve seen your face and all that’s underneath After 2 damn years of gritting teeth I’m on my way to prove you all wrong 22 years of knowing I don’t belong Here…
No, I don’t feel good about you I never did in any way You’ll never see things that I see And I see them every day
2 damn years of doing pretty in black 2 fucking years of pulling knives out of my back Full of words you cannot even read It’s been 22 years that I know exactly what I need And it’s not here…
No, I don’t feel good about you I never did in any way You’ll never see things that I see And I see them every day You have no idea about what I do And I’m absolutely dead sick of you I don’t feel good about you And I never will in any way I never will.
2 years of pest 2 years of preview 22 years of knowing I’d leave you 2 years of denials 2 years of steel 22 years of knowing I’m real