matt (hbergeronx) wrote,

Look what you made me do, look what I made for you; Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you; Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Macy to Madison Square; To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years
As fate would have it, my status appears; to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5; It ain't to play games with you
It's to aim at you, probably maim you; If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereens
Cocksucker take one for your team; And I need you to remember one thing
I came, I saw, I conquered; From record sales, to sold out concerts; So more-- if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore

Tired of being what you want me to be; Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me; Put under the pressure, of walking in your shoes
Every step that I take is another mistake to you; And every second I waste is more than I can take!

I've become so numb; I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

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