You got two lies for every story
Two lies for each of his seeds
Your wisdom's just a deception
Well I hope you're pleased
I was too young
To understand
Well not for long
Now that feeling's gone
You lost the right
To tell me what you think
Ripped up my clothes
And called me poor
I'm not seeking approval
Your special help no more
I was too young
To understand
Well not for long
Now that feeling's gone
Sleeping, screaming, wounds aren't healing
Bind them up to seal it in
No hard feelings
You want a saint
But I'm schizophrenic
Hiding my flaws
To make you proud
But they stab like splinters
So I'm digging them out
I was too young
To understand
Well not for long
Now that feeling's gone
Gone, gone, gone
Gone
I give up
Fine am I to see it end
No hard feelings
Two lies for each of his seeds
Your wisdom's just a deception
Well I hope you're pleased
I was too young
To understand
Well not for long
Now that feeling's gone
You lost the right
To tell me what you think
Ripped up my clothes
And called me poor
I'm not seeking approval
Your special help no more
I was too young
To understand
Well not for long
Now that feeling's gone
Sleeping, screaming, wounds aren't healing
Bind them up to seal it in
No hard feelings
You want a saint
But I'm schizophrenic
Hiding my flaws
To make you proud
But they stab like splinters
So I'm digging them out
I was too young
To understand
Well not for long
Now that feeling's gone
Gone, gone, gone
Gone
I give up
Fine am I to see it end
No hard feelings