I used to love you
I can't stand the sight of your f*cking face
You have helped to build
The walls that keep me in my place
The trust I gave no longer comforts
The trust I gave in you've broken under
And all that lies you've etched in your stone
Will not affect me on my attention
You hands nailed bleeding in true martyr form
Your neutral standpoint has left me standing alone
I'm sick of excuses; I'm tired of lies
I'm tired of fools like you wasting my time
Hands of my soul, you can't control (hands off my f*cking soul)
And I hope your new friends will treat you just as well
For all the hard work you've done to gain their acceptance
F*ck you
Hometown Report Card Video (MV)
Performed By: boysetsfire
Length: 5:51
Written by: CHARLES W. ISTVAN, DARRELL HYDE, JOSHUA LATSHAW, MATTHEW KRUPANSKI, NATHAN GRAY
boysetsfire - Hometown Report Card Lyrics
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I used to love you
I can't stand the sight of your f*cking face
You have helped to build
The walls that keep me in my place
The trust I gave no longer comforts
The trust I gave in you've broken under
And all that lies you've etched in your stone
Will not affect me on my attention
You hands nailed bleeding in true martyr form
Your neutral standpoint has left me standing alone
I'm sick of excuses; I'm tired of lies
I'm tired of fools like you wasting my time
Hands of my soul, you can't control (hands off my f*cking soul)
And I hope your new friends will treat you just as well
For all the hard work you've done to gain their acceptance
F*ck you
I can't stand the sight of your f*cking face
You have helped to build
The walls that keep me in my place
The trust I gave no longer comforts
The trust I gave in you've broken under
And all that lies you've etched in your stone
Will not affect me on my attention
You hands nailed bleeding in true martyr form
Your neutral standpoint has left me standing alone
I'm sick of excuses; I'm tired of lies
I'm tired of fools like you wasting my time
Hands of my soul, you can't control (hands off my f*cking soul)
And I hope your new friends will treat you just as well
For all the hard work you've done to gain their acceptance
F*ck you
Writer: CHARLES W. ISTVAN, DARRELL HYDE, JOSHUA LATSHAW, MATTHEW KRUPANSKI, NATHAN GRAY
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.