| Ladies and gentlemen
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| I unproudly present to you… me
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| Set the scene
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| I wear a sober look
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| 'Coz I just don’t give a damn
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| About how I reflect
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| Myself I don’t respect
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| A disappointing part
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| Is what I’ve played so far
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| And for the next few moments
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| You will witness components
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| Swing the wrecking ball
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| And surely I will fall
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| I… surely I must fall
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| He was the son to a whore
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| She never wanted him at all
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| It left a homeless mess
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| This I must confess
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| I cried myself to sleep
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| My sister’s pictures beside me
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| What do they think of me
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| They think I’m violent and mean
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| 'Coz that’s what that bitch said
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| Maybe she’ll care when I’m dead
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| Maybe she’ll care when I’m…
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| I went to school today
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| I got kicked out straight away
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| 'Coz I can’t concentrate
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| 'Coz when the bell goes at the gates
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| My fake family
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| Is here to take me home safely
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| But I don’t wanna go
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| 'Coz all the foster boys hate me
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| Maybe I’ll run away
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| I still run to this day
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| And I am 21
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| I’m still wearing this frown
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| Who do you trust these days
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| They all knife you anyway
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| What’s a backstab between friends?
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| And to my latest love
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| I really hate that you’re gone
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| And every nightmare I have
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| The pain grows so strong
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| I invite you here
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| To see me sing, the veins around my neck
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| In hopes you’ll see, what you used to adore
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| You were supposed to love me |