I want you to know it’s a little fucked up,

That I’m stuck here waitin’, no longer debatin’,

Tired of sittin’ and hatin’ and makin’ these excuses,

For why you’re not around, and feeling so useless,

It seems one thing has been true all along,

You don’t really know what you got ‘til it’s gone,

I guess I’ve had it with you and your career,

When you come back I won’t be here and you’ll can sing it



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No one knows what it's like

To be the bad man

To be the sad man

Behind blue eyes

And no one knows

What it's like to be hated

To be fated to telling only lies