Some need
A high-five
In the face
With a chair, with a chair, now
I can smell the nicotine stains on your fingertips
Need I say we were raised with our wings clipped
This'll be the final call
Saying that you love me but you kiss me
With your mouth full of crap
One day I will finally see what I'm heading for
Put my nose to the grindstone once more
Pull myself up by the bootstrap
I need to get my tough skin back
And then you'll drain me of everything
And all my energy
I know you blame me of indifferency
But every scar you gave me will improve me
I'll be better than before
I can smell the nicotine stains on your fingertips
Need I say we were raised with our wings clipped?
I need to get my tough skin back
