S.A.D - Man Overboard
Painting over portraits again I pretend
This isn't how I knew it would end
'Cause there are no more pages in my book
And there is too much ink in my pen
So now I'm wishing that the cycle would end
So then
I'd learn to be somebody's man
'Cause there is too much history for the history books
And I'd like to start them again
I hate me so unoriginal
No other feeling could feel so traditional
'Cause every year I end up here
I end up here
So now you hate me
Oh how original
Well I'm used to it
Lone individual
Another year and I'm still here
And I'm still here
Looking in the mirror I'm sure I'm sure
And I didn't do those things from before
'Cause there is no more time left on the clock
And you are walking out the front door
So now I'm learning to be wrong even more the whore
The emptiness I try to ignore
'Cause there are no more bullets in my gun
And I am trying to prepare for a war
I hate me so unoriginal
No other feeling could feel so traditional
'Cause every year I end up here
I end up here
So now you hate me
Oh how original
Well I'm used to it
Lone individual
Another year and I'm still here
And I'm still here
And you say
I'll take it out on myself I'll take it out on my friends
And you say
I've got this knife to my throat and there's this blood on my hands
And if you pick me up pick me up
I hate me so unoriginal
No other feeling could feel so traditional
'Cause every year I end up here
I end up here
So now you hate me
Oh how original
Another year and I'm still here