Bars

You think what you do is special don't you?
What you say doesn't need a reason or truth
But I've got a fine-toothed comb
I've spent too much time alone
For you to walk around like
You can understand

What does it mean to be told?
Is that your means for control?
You're screening everything
I'm screaming for a break
What does it mean to be told?

I take no point of action
To shove it up your business
If life's so precious
Why can't we offer some kindness
I'm at my own wit's end
You're on another bend
How does it feel to grow old?

What does it mean to be told?
Is that your means for control?
You're screening everything
I'm screaming for a break
What does it mean to be told?

You're screening everything
I'm screaming for a break
What does it mean to be told?

So here's a fresh reminder to
Eat your words and
Sit the fuck down

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Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Balogh
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