Tales Of Ordinary Sadness

I've got a message for you
But wonder what's the chance it ever gets through
You've got bad habits as bad as your skin
Don't you suffer from the shape that I'm in

Well, I'm sure that it thrills you when you pull my strings
Like a puppet, but I can think for myself
And I'm not so sure about you
But whatever, blah blah blah, I guess it's all the same to you

You spent a lifetime just calling on me
No guts, no hunger for originality
I'm something you only imagine to be
Your dirty shame has you to blame
For your fucked up personality

Maybe I'm just very paranoid
But you're probably someone that I should avoid
You think you leave your mark on society
But honey, your wold looks like a fashion magazine

Please pardon me for being candid
But what exactly is bugging you and what's bugging me
From the very start of it, our love was sick and volatile
Now there's nothing left of me I'm just uptight and hostile

I want you to understand
That I don't wanna hold your hand
Through every little step you take
We're all allowed to make mistakes
But you have made a few or more
And when I look at you
Reflected in your eyes
Your ordinary sadness lookings back at me

I've got a message for you
But wonder what's the chance it ever gets through
You've got bad habits as bad as your skin
Don't you suffer from the shape that I'm in

You spent a lifetime just calling on me
No guts, no hunger for originality
I'm something you only imagine to be
I'm gonna rid of your stupidity

I'm sick of you, I'm sure
You're just as sick of me
I'm sick of it all, so sick, oh
I'm sick of it all, so sick