Get Well II
Oh I need my painDon’t it take it awayMy sad makes me special
Do you want me to write you another sad songWould you like that?Do you want me tell you we’ll never belongWould you like that?'Cause the truth is we’re no different than the othersWearing our sob stories like colorsThe truth is we like it, we like it hereWe’re better off than we let on I fear
Does it make you sick, the way that we live?We say we’re over it but we
Can’t undo the scarsAll up and down our heartsCan’t forget how it felt when it all fell apartAnd we talk a big game like we wanna get wellIn our prison made of painOnly fooling ourselves
Oh I need my painDon’t it take it awayMy sad makes me special
I want to scream my sick soul aliveI want to look you dead in the eyesDid you think you were the only one?We’re all holding on trying to make sense ofThe insanity that we once lovedWe’ve cut up our lives trying put down the knifeTrying to pick up the fight
Does it make you sick, the way that we live?We say we’re over it but we
Can’t undo the scarsAll up and down our heartsCan’t forget how it felt when it all fell apartAnd we talk a big game like we wanna get wellIn our prison made of painOnly fooling ourselves
Oh I need my painDon’t it take it awayMy sad makes me special
'Cause the truth is we’re no different than the othersThe truth is we like it, we like it hereWe’re better off than we let on I fear
Can’t undo the scarsAll up and down our heartsCan’t forget how it felt when it all fell apartAnd we talk a big game like we wanna get wellIn our prison made of painOnly fooling ourselves