if you stay,nthey will hurt you,nalthough they won't mean to,nit's just their shape.nif you leave,nthey'll probably find you,nknowing what you do to escape.nnwith broken dreams on display,nit's harder to find a way to get them made.n'cause it's no lie,nthe bastards will poke you,nscared of what you'll do,ncould make them relate.nndon't let the bastards grind you down,nreality is what you make it.ndon't let the bastards grind you down,nthey can't hit what they can't see coming.nnif you fail,nyou're amusing,nwatching others fall makes them tick.nif you quit,nthey'll be pleased to forget you,nthen put you on re-run once they're nostalgic.nndon't let the bastards grind you down,nreality is what you make it.ndon't let the bastards grind you down,nthey can't hit what they can't see coming.nnif it hurts, don't show it.nif it bleeds, then hide it.nif it hurts, don't show it,ngive the rest of you ... now!nnit's not o.k.! it's not fine!nthey will take you in, and then spit you out!nit's not fine! not o.k.!nthey will take you in, and then spit you out, again!nndon't let the bastards grind you down,nthey can't hit what they can't see coming.