you are so experienced you pawn it off me 
i will suffer like your bad joke all over me 
the red color you begins with an x 
i need you but is it all just i need for me? 
lightening hairstyle, little tennis-shoes 
i wished we could forget all the pain we knew 
scattered eyeballs, we is just me 
ill leave everything before you could ever see 

i wanted to be what you expect me to be 
but i cant behave like you want 
in my theatre of life 

all televisions is is just an excuse for going nowhere 
we watch until i cry 
in my theatre of life 

when you push through my door i could hold you in the cold 
but nothing but neurotic pain 
in my theatre of life 

its all another world but our last resort 
to figure we are only delusions 
in my theatre of life