| Forget your sympathy
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| I can live for myself
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| Nobody could ever ask me «Where have you been?
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| I’m not weak enough, I’m not strong enough
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| And I’m getting very thin
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| This is so much to handle, scared for my life a scandal
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| These lines could bleed and even write themselves
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| Forget sympathy, I can live for myself
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| All I ever wanted? |
| I couldn’t help
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| The irony of growing up so see-through
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| The guilt of knowing that I’ve only hurt you
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| Bleed me out, wear me thin
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| Cut me out, live life in sin
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| Bleed me out, wear me thin
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| Cut me out, live life in sin
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| Live life in sin
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| Cut me out, live life in sin
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| Forget sympathy, I can live for myself
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| All I ever wanted? |
| I couldn’t help
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| The irony of growing up so see-through
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| The guilt of knowing that I’ve only hurt you
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| I’m walking corridors still unaware of where they go
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| Back to the star again
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| Claustrophobic
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| I’m walking corridors still unaware of where to go
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| I can’t start again
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| Here’s to the memories you’ll never know
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| You’ll never know, you’ll never know
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| Know!
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| Forget sympathy, I can live for myself
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| All I ever wanted? |
| I couldn’t help
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| The irony of growing up so see-through
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| The guilt of knowing that I’ve only hurt you |