Answer
|
Just
|
gonna
|
stand
|
there
|
and
|
watch
|
me
|
burn?
|
Well,
|
that's
|
all
|
right
|
because
|
I
|
like
|
the
|
way
|
it
|
hurts
|
Just
|
gonna
|
stand
|
there
|
and
|
hear
|
me
|
cry?
|
Well,
|
that's
|
all
|
right
|
because
|
I
|
love
|
the
|
way
|
you
|
lie
|
I
|
love
|
the
|
way
|
you
|
lie
|
I
|
can't
|
tell
|
you
|
what
|
it
|
really
|
is,
|
I
|
can
|
only
|
tell
|
you
|
what
|
it
|
feels
|
like
|
And
|
right
|
now,
|
there's
|
a
|
steel
|
knife
|
in
|
my
|
windpipe
|
I
|
can't
|
breathe,
|
but
|
I
|
still
|
fight
|
while
|
I
|
can
|
fight
|
|
Answer
|
As
|
long
|
as
|
the
|
wrong
|
feels
|
right,
|
it's
|
like
|
I'm
|
in
|
flight
|
High
|
off
|
her
|
love,
|
drunk
|
from
|
her
|
hate
|
It’s
|
like
|
I'm
|
huffin'
|
paint
|
and
|
I
|
love
|
her,
|
the
|
more
|
I
|
suffer,
|
I
|
suffocate
|
And
|
right
|
before
|
I'm
|
about
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to
|
drown,
|
she
|
resuscitates
|
me
|
She
|
fuckin'
|
hates
|
me,
|
and
|
I
|
love
|
it
|
"Wait!
|
Where
|
you
|
going?"
|
"I'm
|
leaving
|
you!"
|
"No,
|
you
|
ain't!
|
Come
|
back!"
|
We're
|
runnin'
|
right
|
back,
|
here
|
we
|
go
|
again
|
It’s
|
so
|
insane,
|
'cause
|
when
|
it's
|
goin'
|
good,
|
it's
|
|
Answer
|
goin'
|
great
|
I’m
|
Superman
|
with
|
the
|
wind
|
at
|
his
|
back,
|
she's
|
Lois
|
Lane
|
But
|
when
|
it's
|
bad,
|
it's
|
awful,
|
I
|
feel
|
so
|
ashamed
|
I
|
snapped,
|
"Who's
|
that
|
dude?"
|
I
|
don't
|
even
|
know
|
his
|
name
|
I
|
laid
|
hands
|
on
|
her,
|
I'll
|
never
|
stoop
|
so
|
low
|
again
|
I
|
guess
|
I
|
don't
|
know
|
my
|
own
|
strength
|
Just
|
gonna
|
stand
|
there
|
and
|
watch
|
me
|
burn?
|
Well,
|
that's
|
all
|
right
|
because
|
I
|
like
|
the
|
way
|
it
|
hurts
|
Just
|
gonna
|
stand
|
there
|
and
|
hear
|
me
|
cry?
|
Well,
|
that's
|
|
Answer
|
all
|
right
|
because
|
I
|
love
|
the
|
way
|
you
|
lie
|
I
|
love
|
the
|
way
|
you
|
lie
|
I
|
love
|
the
|
way
|
you
|
lie
|
You
|
ever
|
love
|
somebody
|
so
|
much
|
you
|
can
|
barely
|
breathe
|
when
|
you're
|
with
|
'em?
|
You
|
meet,
|
and
|
neither
|
one
|
of
|
you
|
even
|
know
|
what
|
hit
|
'em
|
Got
|
that
|
warm
|
fuzzy
|
feelin',
|
yeah,
|
them
|
chills,
|
used
|
to
|
get
|
'em
|
Now
|
you're
|
gettin'
|
fuckin'
|
sick
|
of
|
lookin'
|
at
|
'em?
|
You
|
swore
|
you'd
|
never
|
hit
|
'em,
|
never
|
do
|
nothin'
|
to
|
hurt
|
'em
|
Now
|
|
Answer
|
you're
|
in
|
each
|
other's
|
face
|
Spewin'
|
venom
|
in
|
your
|
words
|
when
|
you
|
spit
|
'em
|
You
|
push,
|
pull
|
each
|
other's
|
hair,
|
scratch,
|
claw,
|
bit
|
'em
|
Throw
|
'em
|
down,
|
pin
|
'em
|
So
|
lost
|
in
|
the
|
moments
|
when
|
you're
|
in
|
'em
|
It's
|
the
|
rage
|
that
|
took
|
over,
|
it
|
controls
|
you
|
both
|
So
|
they
|
say
|
you're
|
best
|
to
|
go
|
your
|
separate
|
ways
|
Guess
|
that
|
they
|
don't
|
know
|
ya
|
'Cause
|
today,
|
that
|
was
|
yesterday,
|
yesterday
|
is
|
over
|
It’s
|
a
|
different
|
day,
|
sound
|
like
|
broken
|
records
|
playin'
|
|
Answer
|
over
|
But
|
you
|
promised
|
her,
|
next
|
time
|
you'll
|
show
|
restraint
|
You
|
don't
|
get
|
another
|
chance,
|
life
|
is
|
no
|
Nintendo
|
game
|
But
|
you
|
lied
|
again
|
Now
|
you
|
get
|
to
|
watch
|
her
|
leave
|
out
|
the
|
window
|
Guess
|
that's
|
why
|
they
|
call
|
it
|
window
|
pane
|
Just
|
gonna
|
stand
|
there
|
and
|
watch
|
me
|
burn?
|
Well,
|
that's
|
all
|
right
|
because
|
I
|
like
|
the
|
way
|
it
|
hurts
|
Just
|
gonna
|
stand
|
there
|
and
|
hear
|
me
|
cry?
|
Well,
|
that's
|
all
|
right
|
because
|
I
|
love
|
the
|
way
|
you
|
lie
|
I
|
|
Answer
|
love
|
the
|
way
|
you
|
lie
|
I
|
love
|
the
|
way
|
you
|
lie
|
Now,
|
I
|
know
|
we
|
said
|
things,
|
did
|
things
|
that
|
we
|
didn't
|
mean
|
Then
|
we
|
fall
|
back
|
into
|
the
|
same
|
patterns,
|
same
|
routine
|
But
|
your
|
temper's
|
just
|
as
|
bad
|
as
|
mine
|
is,
|
you're
|
the
|
same
|
as
|
me
|
When
|
it
|
comes
|
to
|
love,
|
you're
|
just
|
as
|
blinded,
|
baby,
|
please
|
Come
|
back,
|
it
|
wasn't
|
you,
|
baby,
|
it
|
was
|
me
|
Maybe
|
our
|
relationship
|
isn't
|
as
|
crazy
|
as
|
it
|
seems
|
Maybe
|
that's
|
what
|
happens
|
when
|
|
Answer
|
a
|
tornado
|
meets
|
a
|
volcano
|
All
|
I
|
know
|
is
|
I
|
love
|
you
|
too
|
much
|
to
|
walk
|
away
|
though
|
Come
|
inside,
|
pick
|
up
|
your
|
bags
|
off
|
the
|
sidewalk
|
Don’t
|
you
|
hear
|
sincerity
|
in
|
my
|
voice
|
when
|
I
|
talk?
|
Told
|
you
|
this
|
is
|
my
|
fault,
|
look
|
me
|
in
|
the
|
eyeball
|
Next
|
time
|
I'm
|
pissed,
|
I'll
|
aim
|
my
|
fist
|
at
|
the
|
drywall
|
Next
|
time?
|
There
|
won't
|
be
|
no
|
next
|
time
|
I
|
apologize,
|
even
|
though
|
I
|
know
|
it's
|
lies
|
I’m
|
tired
|
of
|
the
|
games,
|
I
|
|
Answer
|
just
|
want
|
her
|
back,
|
I
|
know
|
I'm
|
a
|
liar
|
If
|
she
|
ever
|
tries
|
to
|
fuckin'
|
leave
|
again,
|
I'ma
|
tie
|
her
|
to
|
the
|
bed
|
and
|
set
|
this
|
house
|
on
|
fire,
|
just
|
gonna
|
Just
|
gonna
|
stand
|
there
|
and
|
watch
|
me
|
burn?
|
Well,
|
that's
|
all
|
right
|
because
|
I
|
like
|
the
|
way
|
it
|
hurts
|
Just
|
gonna
|
stand
|
there
|
and
|
hear
|
me
|
cry?
|
Well,
|
that's
|
all
|
right
|
because
|
I
|
love
|
the
|
way
|
you
|
lie
|
I
|
love
|
the
|
way
|
you
|
lie
|
I
|
love
|
the
|
way
|
you
|
lie
|
|