pop one more my friend, and i'll scrape you off the floor
you did it again
do you feel better now?
all eyes are fixed on you
you are the center

this town is falling apart
with this obsession with depression
and it seems like a sad cry for help
or maybe it's for attention

giving such pretention to depression
sitting by the stereo, singing through the tears
the songs that we will think to make today
we're living in emotions
it's been this way for years

how far can you go?
is this truly far?
circles getting bigger
tears more than before
everyone will watch you die
you'll die

and it's never getting better
we're never getting better
so just sit at home, you know you'll never change
this should be the last time
i'd swear it was the last time
but we go crawl back to our self-selfish ways

so help me mr. sadcore
'cause i'm no more with the world
when i can't feel the slightest shove of memory
but i win't leave the fury of the ever growing rage
'cause it's the fad of being sad that gets to me

fragile wings that strengthen and awaken
feeling how i should be and winning back my sight
a mystery that never was forever
so this is how it should be
i'll do more than survive

now it's getting better
it's finally getting better
i won't sit at home, i know it's time to change
this will be the last time
i've finally hit the last time
i leave you now to your saddest, so-sad ways