Canīt you see that Iīm sick of this?
Chances are youīre oblivious to how I feel
Sitting on your throne, and Iīm sure that Iīm not alone,
Not alone, not alone.
Tell me please,
Who the fuck did you want me to be?
Was it something that I couldnīt see?
Never knew this would be so political.
And please, Iīm still wearing this miserable skin
And itīs starting to tear from within
But itīs obvious that doesnīt bother you, so please
I didnīt think that youīd sell me out
Now I know what youīre all about.
You might feel in control of things.
But youīre 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 couldnīt see?
Never knew this would be so political.
And please, Iīm still wearing this miserable skin
And itīs starting to tear from within
But itīs obvious that doesnīt matter to you,
So please
Iīve swallowed all your answers
Iīve swallowed all my pride
Youīve used up all your chances
Canīt keep this all inside
Tell me please,
Who the fuck did you want me to be?
Was it something that I couldnīt see?
Never knew this would be so political.
And please, Iīm still wearing this miserable skin
And itīs starting to tear from within
But itīs obvious that doesnīt bother you
So please donīt keep telling me that itīs ok
I donīt buy all the shit that you say
And quite honestly Iīm fucking sick of it
so please if I cut off this nose from my face
Then I wouldnīt feel so out of place
But it still wouldnīt be quite enough for you,
so please.
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