I'm a critic cause I have nothing to show
I have nowhere to go with this so called talent of mine
My confession to the world is on a wall
In a bathroom stall
And conviction means so much to me
And the shit about you that comes out of me
Obscuring the truth for everyone
I have a pretty large arsenal of lies
I know it's no surprise it's reflection is easy to see
Indiscretion is a foreign thing to me
It's a paid for disease and I paid with my humility
And the shit about you that comes out of me
Obscuring the truth for everyone
I have no shame
No game
No talent to display
Why can't I be the one
I'll make them notice me
And the shit about you that comes out of me
Obscuring the truth for everyone
I have no shame
No game
No talent to display
Why can't I be the one
I'll make them notice me
1 | Behind blue eyes |
2 | Lesson |
3 | Tomorrow |
4 | Fine Girl |
5 | Entertainer |
6 | Clear Color |
7 | Eighteen |
8 | Passed Out |
9 | Stable |
10 | Three Words |