And I'm tired of the mainstream

And I feel like an outcast

And I don't fit inside your perfect beautiful routine

There's a ghost in my closet

Caffeine in my bloodstream

My tell-tale heart don't have a chance with you


You say what you say

But your mind's made up 

You lead me on and you know it

I play all your games 

But I know the score

And I hate you for making me love you


There's a word to describe this 

Some might say that it's hopeless

And I can't help thinking you just hurt me out of boredom

I'm a pawn in your kingdom

Make your move, because I'm ready

I can feel you breathing, feel you turn inside my soul


You say what you say

But your mind's made up 

You lead me on and you know it

I play all your games 

But I know the score

And I hate you for making me love you


There's a fine line between 

Comedy and tragedy, suffering and ecstasy

The truth just keeps marching on

Grabbing hold of all of me

I'm strung for all the world to see