If I'm a bad person,
You don't like me.
Well, I guess I'll make my own way.
It's a circle.
A mean cycle.
I can't excite you anymore.
Where's your gavel?
Your jury?
What's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but,
If you're gonna judge me
Well, sentence me to another life.
Don't wanna hear your sad songs;
Don't wanna feel your pain.
When you swear it's all my fault,
'Cause you know we're not the same.
We're not the same .
Oh, we're not,
The same.
Yeah, the friends who stuck together.
We wrote our names in blood.
But I guess you can't accept that,
The change is good.
It's good.
It's good.
Well, you treat me just like,
Another stranger.
Well, it's nice,
To meet you, sir.
I guess I'll go.
I'll best be on my way out.
You treat me just like,
Another stranger,
Well, it's nice
To meet you sir
I guess I'll go
I'll best be on my way out.
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
This is the best thing,
That could've happened.
Any longer, and I wouldn't have made it.
It's not a war, no,
It's not a rapture.
I'm just a person,
But you can't take it!
The same tricks that;
That once fooled me,
They won't get you anywhere.
I'm not the same kid,
From your memory.
But now I can fend for myself.
Don't wanna hear your sad songs;
Don't wanna feel your pain.
When you swear it's all my fault,
'Cause you know we're not the same.
We're not the same.
Oh, we're not,
The same.
Yeah, we used to stick together.
We wrote our names in blood.
But I guess you can't accept that,
The change is good.
It's good,
It's good.
Well, you treat me just like,
Another stranger.
Well, it's nice,
To meet you, sir.
I guess I'll go.
I'll best be on my way out.
You treat me just like,
Another stranger.
Well, it's nice,
To meet you, sir.
I guess I'll go.
I'll best be on my way out.
Ignorance is your new best friend.
Ignorance is your new best friend.
Ignorance is your new best friend.
Ignorance is your new best friend.
Well, you treat me just like,
Another stranger.
Well, it's nice,
To meet you, sir.
I guess I'll go.
I'll best be on my way out.
You treat me just like,
Another stranger.
Well, it's nice,
To meet you, sir.
I guess I'll go.
I'll best be on my way out. |
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