It's my mess and I'm to blame
Like father, just like son
And I don't know how they're supposed to help you
But it hurts to feel so far from God
So if you wanna piece of me
f**ing well wait in line
Promises made to be broken
I became the thing I hated
I'm gonna say no when you ask me to dance
Bite my tongue, not laugh at your jokes
You swore it'd be different the second time round
And I believed you, I believed you
But you broke me with your hands
Buy you flowers, just break down
Cry a little every now and then
Cry a little, I'll never change