She told me she loved me, which means she must be insane.
I've had my face dragged in fifteen miles of shit,
And I do not, and I do not, and I do not like it.
So how can anybody say they know how I feel,
The only one around here who is me, is me
They said they respect me, which means their judgment is crazy.
I've had my face dragged in fifteen miles of shit,
And I do not, and I do not, and I do not like it.
So how can anybody say they know how I feel,
When they are they, and only I am I.
He said he wants to befriend me, which means he can't possibly know me,
The voices of the real and the imagined cry.
The future is passing you by; the future is passing you by.
So how can anybody possibly think they know how I feel,
Everybody look, see pain, and walk away.
And as for you in your uniform, your smelly uniform,
And so you think you can be rude to me,
Because you wear a uniform, a smelly uniform,
And so you think you can be rude to me.
But even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you.
Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you.
Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave,
I would never be you,
I would never be you.
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