| Oh, not again
|
| Punch me in the mouth
|
| And calling me a faggot
|
| Bleeding, looking ragged
|
| Oh, not again
|
| Opposites attract and
|
| Your eyes are distracting
|
| 'Cause a chain reaction
|
| No, not again
|
| Chilling with my catty
|
| Wondering what happened
|
| Throw me in the trash bin
|
| No, not again
|
| What’s the point in laughing?
|
| Masking all the sadness
|
| Something more than tragic
|
| Oh, not again
|
| Five wide walls to keep me in
|
| And another phone call makes no difference
|
| Outside my fears, the air’s so thin
|
| Inside my years, I turn certain
|
| Oh, not again
|
| No, not again
|
| Oh, not again
|
| No, not again
|
| No, not again
|
| No, not again
|
| Oh, not again
|
| Oh, not again
|
| Pixelated
|
| Thoughts are never living a life
|
| Pixelated
|
| Running through a crowd with a knife
|
| Don’t say it
|
| Wishing I was buried alive
|
| Don’t say it
|
| Don’t say it
|
| Run so far and don’t turn back
|
| In another three months, my soul turns black
|
| Run so far and don’t turn back
|
| In another three months, my soul turns black
|
| Run so far and don’t turn back
|
| In another three months, my soul turns black and
|
| Run so far and don’t turn back
|
| Run so far and don’t turn back
|
| Oh, not again
|
| Punch me in the mouth
|
| And calling me a faggot
|
| Bleeding, looking ragged
|
| Oh, not again
|
| Opposites attract and
|
| Your eyes are distracting
|
| 'Cause a chain reaction
|
| No, not again
|
| Chilling with my catty
|
| Wondering what happened
|
| Throw me in the trash bin
|
| No, not again
|
| What’s the point in laughing?
|
| Masking all the sadness
|
| Something more than tragic
|
| Oh, not again |