Going on Different subject, different story
I guess some things will never change
Please hold on
My ears are bleeding
You're fucking boring
Empty discussions, flat and strange
Still you dare to waste my time with your numb
and sincere view and your narrow minded visions of tomorrow
Claiming to have plans but not the guts to pull'em through
Complaining about your bitterness instead
You make me whoah
Look at me, the posterboy for insecurity
Slightly proud to pull this through
Now it's me, different table, same old scenary
Don't know how to fucking deal with you
You push me to the boiling point as you're pretending not to see
how your ruthless track will lead to isolation
I'm glad that times are changing, and I'm glad to see you through
No more fake friends and no useless charade, I'm dropping out of your parade
As you talk for hours, you're not saying anything
Is it silence that you fear All those 20 minute stories, all this secondary stuff
What made you end up here Those facts remain unclear
I'm glad that times are changing, and I'm glad to see you through
No more fake friends and no useless charade
I'm glad that times are changing, and I'm glad I'm still myself
No more fake friends and no useless charade
Dropping out of your parade