I`ve been meaning to ask you how life looks from the nose bleed seats,
and to ask you how it feels to bleed.
Your life`s a waste and the way that I`ll ask it will have revenge woven throughout,
but will be masked with the concern that a friend would bring.
You`re so incomplete.
Hold a mirror to show just what you`ve become and read your diary to figure out where things went wrong.
I don`t think I`ll ever understand, how a cowardly cat can call himself a man.
You`re all show and it`s getting old.(x2)
As for the rest of us, we`ll do fine with what we have, making the best of what is left.
And you`re a naysayer who will never know what it`s like to really have half a life.
I`ve been meaning to harm you in the best way that I see fit. I`m not sure if this did the trick, but I think It did.
Hold a mirror to show just what you`ve become and read your eulogy to figure out where things went wrong.
I hope one day you understand that a girl on your arm won`t make you a man.
You`re all show and it`s getting old.(x2)
As for the rest of us, we`ll do fine with what we have, making the best of what is left.
And you`re a naysayer who will never know what it`s like to really have half a life.
Keep walking down your shallow lonely road. It`s dark and cold and it`s yours and yours alone. If you dig too deep are you scared you`ll find something? Spoonfuls of shit will surely add up. Inside you`re begging for a cure for your disease. You`re life`s a crime scene and it wont help to blame it all on me.