Dillinger Four

I was here before these hangers on
And Ill still be here when you lose em
Weve seen it once, weve seen it before
Building confidences with razors
Your swelling head, blacks out the sun
The more you speak, the more I go numb
It goes on and on like a painful sitcom
Im sorry sir, are you ready for your close-up?
Your egos fed, my face is red, I gotta get out
All this limelight, its burning up your sight
And Im afraid you no longer see it
Handed the life you want, you chose to respond
With nothing but complaints
Thats not a life, its a fucking cliche
Forget the people who have brought you here
Forget the places you came from
I recognize that the walls are closing in
And I have never walked in your shoes
Cant get back to the start
Yeah it hurts sometimes, it kinda breaks my heart
Try to find something to say but the words dont fit
I stood there awkwardly
While you let people act like you just parted the sea
I wanna set it straight
The words dont fit, I wonder if they ever will
Can we get back to where we began?
Do I really even give a damn?
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