You've got a thing about being lame
You think you'll show us all your handicap is great
You've got a think about being lost
You think with our concern you'll find yourself
And you'll never be forgotten
Your family never wanted this one with all of her flaws
She's trailing far behind she's feeling [bad word] She has no will to win, listening, I live inside your room
And you punish me as though I punish you
Dumb, before it's done I am saint, will you tell me now
I never could relate to how you've been forgotten
Your family never wanted this one with all of her flaws
But I wanna know was this deprivation of money or of love
 [bad word] 
This is the last time you will be denied girl
You want that world that they took away
Go pick up the pieces find inner strenght 'cause I can't save you
Find the life you left in a box the world, you said has cut you off
 [bad word] 
Bombs await you, bombs away
Now let them all fall down

You carry the burden, it fills you with regret, you never finished
That feeling [bad word]  you carry their baggage, the guilt that holds you down

[repeat [bad word] 
[repeat [bad word] 
Bombs away now 'cause life's been so hard and so long
That's why I'm writing you this song