there are many things I'm tired of

that's what she said

so she took out a knife

and said off with my head

what's the use in knowing that the rest of me is dead(?)

what good is a brain if it's all you got left



there's a part that you have missed

don't need proof that I exist

you don't know I'm far away

from those awful things you say



what you put at the top of the neck to replace the skull

a balloon that you found at the shopping mall

took out a pen, drew on a happy face

now she walks around like her own parade



there are words you'll never hear

you've got poison in your ear

you don't know I'm far away

from those awful things you say



come on I want a new reason to feel

a way to know that all I see is real

free from all your toxic melody

free from all the sadness that I see



(Carrie's part:

are you sick of your skin

here's a bag to bury you in

you've got a lot of nerve

and you'll get what you deserve)



sing me something good this time

tired of wicked lullabies

you don't know I'm far away

from those awful things you say

[repeat]







but that's overused)




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