Can't you see that I'm sick of this?

Chances are you're oblivious

To how I feel

Sitting on your throne,

And I'm sure that I'm not alone.

Not alone.

Not alone.

Tell me, please!

Who the f**k did you want me to be?

Was it something that I couldn't see?

Never knew this would be so political.

And, please!

I'm still wearing this miserable skin,

And it's starting to tamper within,

But it's obvious that doesn't bother you.

So, please.

I didn't think that you'd sell me out.

Now I know what you're all about.

You might feel in control of things,

But you're not holding all the strings.

All the strings.

All the strings.

Tell me, please!

Who the f**k did you want me to be?

Was it something that I couldn't see?

Never knew this would be so political.

And, please!

I'm still wearing this miserable skin,

And it's starting to tamper within

But it's obvious that doesn't matter to you.

So please

Dont keep telling me that it's ok

I don't buy all the shit that you say

And quit honestly i'm f**king sick of it

So please!

If i cut off my nose from this face

Then I wouldn't feel so out of place

But it still wouldn't be quite enough for you

So please