Sometimes is never quite enough
If you’re flawless, then you’ll win my love
Don’t forget to win first place
Don’t forget to keep that smile on your face
Be a good boy
Try a little harder
You’ve got to measure up
And make me prouder
How long before you screw it up
How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up
With everything I do for you
The least you can do is keep quiet
Be a good girl
You’ve gotta try a little harder
That simply wasn’t good enough
To make us proud
I’ll live for you
I’ll make you what I never was
If you’re the best, then maybe so am I
Compared to him compared to her
I’m doing this for your own damn good
You’ll make up for what I blew
What’s the problem …… why are you crying
Be a good boy
Push a little farther now
That wasn’t fast enough
To make us happy
We’ll love you just the way you are if you’re perfect
I dont want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I dont want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I dont want to be the bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I dont want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I dont want to be to be your babysitter
Youre a very big boy now
I dont want to be you mother
I didnt carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door
(chorus)
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at half past six
Well I already know that youd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see its too much to ask for and Im not the doctor
I dont want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon
I dont want to be your other half I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I dont want to be your food or the light from the fridge
On your face at midnight
Hey what are you hungry for
I dont want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I dont want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and Im afraid of heights
I dont want to be lived through
A vicarious occasion
Please open the window
(repeat chorus)
I dont want to live on someday when my motto is last week
I dont want to be responsible for your fractured heart
And its wounded beat
I dont want to be a substitute for the smoke youve been inhaling
What do you thank me
What do you thank me for
oster, i know this is wrong. what u put so far has been helpful… this is what i am to show http://help.com/post/92012-why-do-i-d…
THANKU SO MUCH for what u put so far.
this is really helping me, it is something that has dug into my heart and soul and been destroying me for years. basically, pulling me down.