well you could go on with your lifenbut I would still stay pissed at younyou talk so loud you drown the soundnof everything in the roomnnwe marched out onto that dark streetnand stood there staring at the moonnyou thought you were the smartest thingnthat ever wore those ugly shoesnnand I'd pay for you to have surgerynand have that fucking mouth sewn shutnand maybe while you're in those sheetsnthey could make you feel every goddamn cutnnI'd like to think you've found a friendnbut I know that won't ever happennI guess you'll never figure outnhow to grow upnnwell everyone you think you knownwell they all really know the truthnso you might as well leave your masknon the table of the boothnnoh I think you know all the things you causenwhy do you feel that this is necessary?ndon't talk so loud, you'll break my thoughtsnyou were lucky once, but now this is all you've gotnfill your pockets 'til there's no room left