what is it about people?nthey pull you in so far,nthen when they get to know younthey just pull you apart.nnmaybe next timeni won't give up.nmaybe next timenthere won't be one.nnwhat is it about people?nthey try to see through your eyes,nbut nothing ever looks different.nnot when you're too damn blind.nnmaybe next timeni won't fuck up.nmaybe next timenthere won't be one.nnwell, i think it's strange tondig up someone's trust,nhide inside the floorboardsnwhere it rots and collects dust.nnwhat is it about people?nthey put themselves on display.nthey're all the same, they're all the same,nthey're all the same.noh, that's why i'm so full of hate.nnmaybe next timenshe won't shelve me.nmaybe next timeni'll be too weak.nmaybe next timeni won't fuck up.nmaybe next timenthere won't be one.nnwell, i think it's strange tondig up someone's trust,nhide inside the floorboardsnwhere you rot and collect dust.nnand i think it's wrong tonmake believe you're happy.nyou hide inside your floorboardsnwhere you rot and collect dust.