Don't tell me the good things about myself
Is it... destructive I've tired of hearing or believing?
Show me how to dance I maybe have forgotten how to take a chance
Forever coming down just to come back around I hate to love the way it tastes
Show me all the charming things about George Bush that nobody ever likes to face
Sometimes letting you down gets me off.
Ashamedly lying can do the same thing.
keep trying keep trying