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I'm paranoid and sick of this world's misconceptions 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 to many of you you fighting over nothing Oh, there's never enough cool for everyone And before you know it you're selling out to be in I Stood by everything I loved While you never understood me much 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 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 From Letras Mania