I heard them two weeks ago
I think he needs some help,
I think he really needs a hand
But once this all comes to a head
Your face is such a bitter mess
But once this all comes to an end
You'll wish you were dead
You'll wish you were dead
You'll wish you were dead
You'll wish you were dead
This isn't only immature,
but with touch you touch us all,
we're so thankful for your presence
but I'm not looking at you
Your story holds no weight
Your story holds no weight
Your story holds no weight
And I can't keep it straight
But when you're looking at me
It doesn't mean I'm right
It doesn't mean I'm right
You should be feeling insecure
But it sucks you're here at all
When I'm not looking at you
Your story holds no weight
Your story holds no weight
Your story holds no weight
I can't keep a straight face
When you're looking at me
It doesn't mean I'm right
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