Can't you see that I'm sick of this?
Chances are you're oblivious
To how I feel
Sitting on your throne,
And I'm sure that I'm not alone.

Not alone.
Not alone.

Tell me, please!
Who the fuck did you want me to be?
Was it something that I couldn't see?
Never knew this would be so political.
And, please!
I'm still wearing this miserable skin,
And it's starting to tamper within,
But it's obvious that doesn't bother you.
So, please.

I didn't think that you'd sell me out.
Now I know what you're all about.
You might feel in control of things,
But you're not holding all the strings.
All the strings.
All the strings.

Tell me, please!
Who the fuck did you want me to be?
Was it something that I couldn't see?
Never knew this would be so political.
And, please!
I'm still wearing this miserable skin,
And it's starting to tamper within
But it's obvious that doesn't matter to you.

I've swallowed all your answers.
I've swallowed all my pride.
You've used up all your chances.
Can't keep this all inside.

Kill me, please!
Who the fuck did you want me to be?
Was it something that I couldn't see?
Never knew this would be so political.
And, please!
I'm still wearing this miserable skin,
And it's starting to tamper within,
But it's obvious that doesn't bother you.
So, please!
Don't keep telling me that it's okay.
I don't buy all the shit that you say,
And quite honestly I'm fucking sick of it.
So, please!
If I cut off this nose from my face,
Then I wouldn't feel so out of place,
But it still wouldn't be quite enough for you.
So, please.

Writer : LEWIS, AARON / MUSHOK, MICHAEL / WYSOCKI, JONATHAN / APRIL, JOHN
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.