You love me? 

Why do you love me? 

You're not some little boy, why are you acting so surprised?

You're sick of all the rules - well, I'm sick of all your lies.

Now I've held back a wealth of shit, I think I'm going to choke.

I'm standing in the shadows with the words stuck in my throat.

Does it really come as a surprise when I tell you I don't feel good?

Nothing ever came from nothing, man! Oh man, ain't that the truth?