I’ve seen your face and all that’s underneath
After 2 damn years of gritting teeth
I’m on my way to prove you all wrong
22 years of knowing I don’t belong
Here…

No, I don’t feel good about you
I never did in any way
You’ll never see things that I see
And I see them every day

2 damn years of doing pretty in black
2 fucking years of pulling knives out of my back
Full of words you cannot even read
It’s been 22 years that I know exactly what I need
And it’s not here…

No, I don’t feel good about you
I never did in any way
You’ll never see things that I see
And I see them every day
You have no idea about what I do
And I’m absolutely dead sick of you
I don’t feel good about you
And I never will in any way
I never will.

2 years of pest
2 years of preview
22 years of knowing I’d leave you
2 years of denials
2 years of steel
22 years of knowing I’m real