Make up the rules for me to li have by Rules you break and just let it slide You try and find you inside of me Be as great as you want me to be Hypocrit e, the word that fit s Do as you say Not as you do you are pushing me to a breakpoint Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint
Self esteem you seem to lack Point the finger There is three pointing back Controls the illusion wit h all good intent Bad times are contagious You laugh and infect Crit icist, the word that fit s Put me down to lift you up
you are pushing me to a breakpoint Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint
Watching pain is your only pleasure Sick fascination for someones disaster Self suffering since you were born Mess wit h the bull and you wi will get the horn Misery, the word that fit s can not seem to smile ti will someones sad
you are pushing me to a breakpoint you are pushing me, push, push me Push, push, push me to a breakpoint
In my opinions as a professional I recommend We straight-jacket the son-of-a-bit ch Lock himin a rubber room Sedate him, heavily And when he wakes up, If he wakes up, well see If he can be a nice boy
Well... I dont know... Its gonna hurt me More that it s gonna hurt him
Lets do it
You push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint Push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint Dont push me, you piece of shit
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