Breakpoint

Make up the rules for me to live by

Rules you break and just let it slide

You try and find you inside of me

Be as great as you want me to be

Hypocrite, the word that fits

Do as you say

Not as you do

You're pushing me to a breakpoint

Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint



Self esteem you seem to lack

Point the finger

There's three pointing back

Control's the illusion with all good intent

Bad times are contagious

You laugh and infect

Criticist, the word that fits

Put me down to lift you up



You're pushing me to a breakpoint

Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint



Watching pain is your only pleasure

Sick fascination for someone's disaster

Self suffering since you were born

Mess with the bull and you'll get the horn

Misery, the word that fits

Can't seem to smile 'till someone's sad



You're pushing me to a breakpoint

You're pushing me, push, push me

Push, push, push me to a breakpoint



In my opinions as a professional i recommend

We straight-jacket the son-of-a-bitch

Lock him in a rubber room

Sedate him, heavily

And when he wakes up,

If he wakes up, we'll see

If he can be a nice boy



Well... i don't know... it's gonna hurt me

More that it's gonna hurt him



Let's do it!



You push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint

Push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint

Don't push me, you piece of shit!






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