I´ve gotta 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 on 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 huh?

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 world looks like a fashion magazine
Please pardon me uh huh 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 want to 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 looking back at me.

I´m sick of you, I´m sure your just as sick of me
I´m sick of it all, I´m sick of it all, so sick.