I'm paranoid and sick of this. World's misconception of things I did. My language poured across this wrist. In a metaphoric disaster. My guess I'm missing out the punch line. Unless this hanging noose. Is fitted to be all mine. I stood by everything I loved. While you never understood me much. 'Cause there's only one of me. And too many of you fighting over nothing. Oh there's never enough cool for everyone. And before you know it you're selling out to be in. There's never enough cool. These eyes ungoverned are tearing us apart. Their ears forsaken have given up on art. Now why believe in anything they praise. When one hand holds them the victor. While the other holds the shovel to their graves. I stood by everything I loved. While you never understood me much. 'Cause there's only one of me. And too many of you fighting over nothing. Oh there's never enough cool for everyone. And before you know it you're selling out to be in. Oh this ticket window has closed. Save your money baby. The next show's about to start. Where else can you get to watch this talent fall?. One by one they drop. I stood by everything I loved. While you never understood me much. 'Cause there's only one of me. And too many of you fighting over nothing. Oh there's never enough cool for everyone. And before you know it you're selling out. You're selling all of me. And too many of you fighting over nothing. Oh there's never enough cool for everyone. And before you know it you're selling out to be in. You're selling out to be in. I stood by everything I loved