This empty feeling sets in my chest and I start to worry Try to push it down, cast it out, but I can't control it, ah! Hanging on by the strings that you're pulling So you cut me down just to push me around
Like I'm your punching bag Just another pot calling the kettle black Take it out on someone who won't hit you back 'Til we're all as broken as you Oh, yeah
So say, goodbye to your Mr. Nice Guy You got your wish, he's rotting in hell I'm up all night when you think I'm sleeping People pleasing's never good for your health So go fuck yourself
On this episode of "Friend or Foe", you're throwing stones And hope I'd tie a rope 'round my throat 'til I start to choke You're a sick persistent virus under my skin Rather set myself on fire than let you win I could give you the world, but you'd poison the seas I could let down my guard, but then all that I'd be is just your
Punching bag Just another pot calling the kettle black Take it out on someone who won't hit you back 'Til we're all as broken as you Oh, yeah
So say, goodbye to your Mr. Nice Guy You got your wish, he's rotting in hell I'm up all night when you think I'm sleeping People pleasing's never good for your health So go fuck yourself
So say, goodbye to your Mr. Nice Guy You got your wish, he's rotting in hell I'm up all night when you think I'm sleeping People pleasing's never good for your health Say goodbye to your Mr. Nice Guy You got your wish, he's rotting in hell I'm up all night when you think I'm sleeping People pleasing's never good for your health So go fuck yourself
