Saying things I'm not suppose to say
Hearing things I'm not suppose to hear
What's wrong with bluntness
When they all speak the honest truth
Makes people turn heads,
Towards and then away
Your such a killjoy they say
Such a hindrance and annoyance
So I shut my mouth and my ears
Blind in my eyes and faithful to all I hear
Then they stab my heart,
cleaved clean and torn right out
Then they bash my brain,
pieces and bits they scatter
And so I sew myself up again
With remaining discarded bargain I gather
And killjoy is all I can remain to be
With a broken radio of F**k You in my head