This attitude you're giving me must go.
My hate for life is killing me too slow.
But this isn't where I break,
'cause you caught me way too late.
They're pointing and laughing,
and I can't stop crying,
'cause they got to me
but I wouldn't buy it.
And I feel too sick to go out tonight.
With my blood in my hand,
I know I'll be just fine.
How does it feel to know that I am weak?
This place is going nowhere I can see.
But I should admit defeat,
'cause I could never beat me.
They're pointing and laughing,
and I can't stop crying,
'cause they got to me
but I wouldn't buy it.
And I feel too sick to go out tonight.
With my blood in my hand,
I know I'll be just fine.
But I should admit defeat,
'cause I could never beat me.