We enter the room, and leave so often,
but nothing ever changes.
Your toung is so foreign to me.
The love you give is a commodity.
What shall you bait, when everything just sleeps?
All your friends are just a smoke screen.
Is this the last celebration?
All your favorite ones, they betray,
sell you down, you have to say "hey reality", hey.
Life for others, all they need,
when only the foolish know, it means nothing.
Get out, get out. Get out, get out.
You would scream.
You're tearing me apart.
Get out, get out. Get out, get out.
You would scream.
You're not all good to me.
Emotionless on the bathroom floor.
It's not worth anything, is it, anymore?
What have I done? What have I done?
Oh, God forgive me.
Get out, get out. Get out, get out.
You would scream.
You're tearing me apart.
Get out, get out. Get out, get out.
You would scream.
You're not all good to me.
Get out, get out. Get out, get out.
You would scream.
You're tearing me apart.
Get out, get out. Get out, get out.
You would scream.
You're not all good to me.