| I'm sick and tired of everything | |
| Being your way or the highway | |
| And i'm taking the backroads | |
| Taking the long way home | |
| I'm taking my own way home | |
| And i'm sick and tired of yelling | |
| Whys it have to be | |
| That every other word at me | |
| Has to be four letters long and with no point | |
| I'm not asking for im sorry | |
| Just asking you to remove me | |
| Your hitlist is way too long | |
| So don't mistake this message | |
| It shouldn't be to hard for you | |
| The one who never makes mistakes | |
| And your never wrong | |
| You always have to be right | |
| Or maybe that's just me | |
| I guess it all depends | |
| And nothing seems to matter now | |
| Everything will stay the same | |
| Something needs to change | |
| Cause its getting tired | |
| And i wont let you ruin this | |
| Its bigger than you | |
| We all gave up too much | |
| To not see this through | |
| So don't mistake this message | |
| It shouldn't be to hard for you | |
| The one who never makes mistakes | |
| And your never wrong | |
| You always have to be right | |
| Or maybe that's just me | |
| I guess it all depends | |
| Looking down the barrel of a gun | |
| This blindfold isn't tight enough | |
| My eyes still burning from the sun | |
| Cause im looking down the barrel of a gun | |
| (is what its like to talk to you) | |
| Staring down the barrel of a gun | |
| (is what its like to look at you) | |
| So what will it take | |
| Its not the last time | |
| The fires burning | |
| Faster every day |