it's just like you to drag your keyboard to a gun fight
i don't give a fuck if i'm accepted or not
and all your followers should be shot
nothing matters to you but fitting in
thinking for yourself's a battle you'll never win
you've got nothing to say but your mouth's still moving
you've got no point to be fucking proving
it's all a lie and we can see right through
and when the trend fades, so will you
no fucking heart and you have no pride
you can't fool me 'cause you're hollow inside
follow the path of all your friends
to blind to see it's just a dead end
no matter what's done you'll never see
that fuckheads like you aren't better than me
because being another clone is your idea of fun
and if it was up to me, you'd all be hung
point your finger and fucking laugh
when the joke's on you, you piece of trash
keep talking shit, no one's listening
your pedestal's crashing, your ego's burning
you can talk about the way my friends and i look, what our families are like, and our fucking convictions. you can make all the fake email address and anonymous livejournal comments you want. what you don't get is that you'll never bring us down. your life is us thanks to myspace and you're pretty fuckin creepy finding pictures of us and our screen names. give it up, we've won. we're happy. you're pathetic.
now bring on the livejournal drama cause i know you think that'll change something (but if you're gonna make something of this i want YOU to frankie, not courtney or nez or any other one of the people who you have stick up for you. this is between us, and even though you're gay you still have balls so fucking act like it)