My own guilty pleasure...

Can't you see that I'm sick of this?

Chances are you're oblivious to how I feel

Sitting on your throne, and I'm sure that I'm not alone,

Not alone, not alone.

Tell me please,

Who the fuck did you want me to be?

Was it something that I couldn't see?

Never knew this would be so political.

And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin

And it's starting to tear from within

But it's obvious that doesn't bother you, so please

I didn't think that you'd sell me out

Now I know what you're all about.

You might feel in control of things.

But you're not holding all the strings.

All the strings, all the strings.

Tell me please,

Who the fuck did you want me to be?

Was it something that I couldn't see?

Never knew this would be so political.

And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin

And it's starting to tear from within

But it's obvious that doesn't matter to you,

So please

I've swallowed all your answers

I've swallowed all my pride

You've used up all your chances

Can't keep this all inside

Tell me please,

Who the fuck did you want me to be?

Was it something that I couldn't see?

Never knew this would be so political.

And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin

And it's starting to tear from within

But it's obvious that doesn't bother you

So please don't keep telling me that it's ok

I don't buy all the shit that you say

And quite honestly I'm fucking sick of it

so please if I cut off this nose from my face

Then I wouldn't feel so out of place

But it still wouldn't be quite enough for you,

so please.

Nota: acho que todos nós temos os nossos "guilty pleasures" no que toca a música e Staind é definitivamente o meu... LoL.