Growing tiered of the herd. Growing tired of all you do. Growing tiered of all your ways. Getting sick to d**h of you. Selling all your precious dreams. Selling all you've got to give. Selling always selling something. Keep the hell away from me. Don't believe in fate, just a debt to pay, and I'm so ashamed of you. I believe that one day this gets washed away. Seize the day. There's power running through your veins. A power I can not possess. The greatest gift is still yourself. you won't give a single thing. And I'm just a little fairy on your Christmas tree, I'm so happy I could die right here. it's still clawing at my body, pouring over me, I know we're not the same. Never wanting more, never needing more. Hate takes away all the power in your name