Broken glass all around you.
Try to hide but they find you every time.
Even with everything you try to do,
people can still look and see right through you.
Looking like you came from a magazine.
Regular Jockstar/Beauty Queen.
Covered in labels barely able to speak for yourself.
So you look and other people and help yourself.
You have your passport so you can be identified.
In case the most important thing is lost (your life).
Every chance you take, just to be glorified,
is just another link in the chain of your wrecking ball.
 [bad word] 
This is the wreckoning that you feel happening.
The wrecking ball destroying it all.

The bullet inside of the smoking gun.
The knife in my back when I try [bad word] 
The rain on the day's that I'm stuck outside.
The one to reveal when I'm trying to hide.

Mr. and Mrs. Popularity and the life of all the parties,
got to be the first to be the bad ones,
get [bad word] up and have too much fun.
Daddy's not here to hold your hand .
Time to buck-up and be a man.
Nothing was stoping you before.
Why stop now cause you're on the floor?
I'm sure your get your close up,
your fifteen minutes of fame and praise.
You're the talk of the town.
And every chance you take just to be glorified,
is just another brick in the wall that you're bringing down.
 [bad word] 

And when you try to end [bad word] 
of the things that make you function,
you want no [bad word] 
And all because of all of your selfish assumptions,
I'm "acting out" this way.

You cause the [bad word] happening inside of me.

The bullet inside of the smoking gun.
The knife in my back when I try [bad word] 
The rain on the day's that I'm stuck outside.
The one to reveal when I'm trying to hide.