you are so experienced you pawn it off me
i will suffer like your bad joke all over me
the red color you begins with an x
i need you but is it all just i need for me?
lightening hairstyle, little tennis-shoes
i wished we could forget all the pain we knew
scattered eyeballs, we is just me
ill leave everything before you could ever see

i wanted to be what you expect me to be
but i cant behave like you want
in my theatre of life

all televisions is is just an excuse for going nowhere
we watch until i cry
in my theatre of life

when you push through my door i could hold you in the cold
but nothing but neurotic pain
in my theatre of life

its all another world but our last resort
to figure we are only delusions
in my theatre of life