Hey...

Why do you keep reminding me that I'm emotional
Even when I try my best to remain delusional?

It's my nature, I'm mean and I'm rude and I don't care anymore
But then what's that pang in my chest that's so hard to ignore?

They're my opponents and I really want to win
But when I do, why does the look on their faces make me feel like I've committed a sin

It's justice, it's the law, you're a murderer, it's okay for me to kill
He deserves it, yes I know but I still feel like my heart is being punctured by a drill

It's not me, I shouldn't worry, it's their loss, it's their share of the world's pain
So why does it feel like it's me whose left dead under the rain?

It's so ridiculously funny that at times you're so bad
That you make feel feel sorry for myself, it's so sad

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