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Pull out one tin, the whole display falls on you.
One thing hurts you, the rest comes crashing down.
Because when we relax, we seem to naturally frown,
There's no exhaust for feelings, not one that's true.
And we make mistakes, and others live by them,
But none of it ever matters, none of it ever does,
So why make such a fuss, when all we're doing is being ourselves?
And I'll talk to you, and to your fear,
I'll not tell you what you want, only what you need to hear.
Because this life isn't about rubbing everyone else's egos,
It's about telling them who they are,
Because if they're too f**king blind to see it,
It's about time someone said.
And what I mean, and what I say,
May be two different things,
But in the end,
You'll sit and think,
And you'll reach the conclusion all on your own.
It's not often I do it,
But sometimes I just get a bit too pi**ed off,
At having to explain myself to you.
So don't come crying to me,
When you're pi**ed off at yourself,
Because I'm not going to tell you it'll be alright,
Even though we both know that,
Unless for some reason you needed to know,
That not everyone doesn't have their own show.
And then I'll pi** you off further,
Because deep down we both know,
It's what you need to live.
Because when the hell did you ask me how I was feeling?
When the hell did you ask me if I was ok?
Because you can come to me and spill your guts,
And then thank me and run away.
But the days I'm down, and the days I try so hard to cry,
Don't expect me to have to stand tall for you as well,
Because if you're not strong enough to handle your own problems,
And help others with their's too,
I personally don't give a toss,
What the hell you bother to do.
One thing hurts you, the rest comes crashing down.
Because when we relax, we seem to naturally frown,
There's no exhaust for feelings, not one that's true.
And we make mistakes, and others live by them,
But none of it ever matters, none of it ever does,
So why make such a fuss, when all we're doing is being ourselves?
And I'll talk to you, and to your fear,
I'll not tell you what you want, only what you need to hear.
Because this life isn't about rubbing everyone else's egos,
It's about telling them who they are,
Because if they're too f**king blind to see it,
It's about time someone said.
And what I mean, and what I say,
May be two different things,
But in the end,
You'll sit and think,
And you'll reach the conclusion all on your own.
It's not often I do it,
But sometimes I just get a bit too pi**ed off,
At having to explain myself to you.
So don't come crying to me,
When you're pi**ed off at yourself,
Because I'm not going to tell you it'll be alright,
Even though we both know that,
Unless for some reason you needed to know,
That not everyone doesn't have their own show.
And then I'll pi** you off further,
Because deep down we both know,
It's what you need to live.
Because when the hell did you ask me how I was feeling?
When the hell did you ask me if I was ok?
Because you can come to me and spill your guts,
And then thank me and run away.
But the days I'm down, and the days I try so hard to cry,
Don't expect me to have to stand tall for you as well,
Because if you're not strong enough to handle your own problems,
And help others with their's too,
I personally don't give a toss,
What the hell you bother to do.
:0)
Pull out one tin, the whole display falls on you.
One thing hurts you, the rest comes crashing down.
Because when we relax, we seem to naturally frown,
There's no exhaust for feelings, not one that's true.
And we make mistakes, and others live by them,
But none of it ever matters, none of it ever does,
So why make such a fuss, when all we're doing is being ourselves?
And I'll talk to you, and to your fear,
I'll not tell you what you want, only what you need to hear.
Because this life isn't about rubbing everyone else's egos,
It's about telling them who they are,
Because if they're too f**king blind to see it,
It's about time someone said.
And what I mean, and what I say,
May be two different things,
But in the end,
You'll sit and think,
And you'll reach the conclusion all on your own.
It's not often I do it,
But sometimes I just get a bit too pi**ed off,
At having to explain myself to you.
So don't come crying to me,
When you're pi**ed off at yourself,
Because I'm not going to tell you it'll be alright,
Even though we both know that,
Unless for some reason you needed to know,
That not everyone doesn't have their own show.
And then I'll pi** you off further,
Because deep down we both know,
It's what you need to live.
Because when the hell did you ask me how I was feeling?
When the hell did you ask me if I was ok?
Because you can come to me and spill your guts,
And then thank me and run away.
But the days I'm down, and the days I try so hard to cry,
Don't expect me to have to stand tall for you as well,
Because if you're not strong enough to handle your own problems,
And help others with their's too,
I personally don't give a toss,
What the hell you bother to do.
One thing hurts you, the rest comes crashing down.
Because when we relax, we seem to naturally frown,
There's no exhaust for feelings, not one that's true.
And we make mistakes, and others live by them,
But none of it ever matters, none of it ever does,
So why make such a fuss, when all we're doing is being ourselves?
And I'll talk to you, and to your fear,
I'll not tell you what you want, only what you need to hear.
Because this life isn't about rubbing everyone else's egos,
It's about telling them who they are,
Because if they're too f**king blind to see it,
It's about time someone said.
And what I mean, and what I say,
May be two different things,
But in the end,
You'll sit and think,
And you'll reach the conclusion all on your own.
It's not often I do it,
But sometimes I just get a bit too pi**ed off,
At having to explain myself to you.
So don't come crying to me,
When you're pi**ed off at yourself,
Because I'm not going to tell you it'll be alright,
Even though we both know that,
Unless for some reason you needed to know,
That not everyone doesn't have their own show.
And then I'll pi** you off further,
Because deep down we both know,
It's what you need to live.
Because when the hell did you ask me how I was feeling?
When the hell did you ask me if I was ok?
Because you can come to me and spill your guts,
And then thank me and run away.
But the days I'm down, and the days I try so hard to cry,
Don't expect me to have to stand tall for you as well,
Because if you're not strong enough to handle your own problems,
And help others with their's too,
I personally don't give a toss,
What the hell you bother to do.