bleap my words in your head,edit that out i bet
scream how loud i make,looked as if im guilty
i ask myself,who's the decision maker here?
find others to some answers,ended up knowing there the same thing but worse...
chorus:
let me say something at least,got my own word
call your friends even,tell them recreate me from another mold
shut up i say or i'll go away,only to never come back
see me in an obituary with a different name
my life's an open book,written by my own confusion
bend my beliefs so everyone can see
creeping out,lurking hands seems so convincingly truthful
not just the mad,bad but who used me that they'd been glad
im sad,worthless piece of unknown substance
your command is the law in my book,i think
when your wants cannot meet their expectations
you throw me in a defective bin
doc wrote my diagnosis
along with state of denial
told me why wont i do as i should
i could have told them if i could be true
i'll be true,if you dont tell me what to do