Valve

Goodbye To The Unsellable Ones
I'm a fucked up son Dressed up the lucked out one Sold out by what you want So long unsellable ones I am back, from all I wanted And it's been such a lovely time I hope you'll come I'm a fucked up son Dressed up the lucked out one Sold out by what you want So long unsellable ones, ones You have bled from all you wanted And I've said it so many times I almost forgot Why try—when you think that you haven't won Underneath behind all the walls You regret it so many times it almost feels right Why try—you can't even sell this one From Letras Mania