Lletres: Hey Monday. Beneath It All. Mr. Pushover.

No action, just like a sponge
You take it till you've made the final climb
So sad that you've lost your spine
I hurt for you like this whole mess is mine

You are as good as dead now
Dead, and you've got no way out
Nobody's got the guts to tell you
But I do
But I do

Poor, poor Mr. Pushover
Never had a doubt
Now you're going crazy
Back, back to the drawing board
Ones who can't believe it
The ones who hate
The haters are hating
The haters, they hate me
Lovers are loving
But the lovers, they hate me too

Some say that true love is blind
They never said that you should lose your mind
You are just that kind of guy
You cannot look the problem in the eye

You are as good as dead now
Dead, and you've got no way out
Nobody has got the guts to tell you
But I do
But I do

Poor, poor Mr. Pushover
Never had a doubt
Now you're going crazy
Back, back to the drawing board
Ones who can't believe it
The ones who hate
The haters are hating
The haters, they hate me
Lovers are loving
But the lovers, they hate me too

You think differently
So don't get lost inside the sea
Don't forget yourself
And I am begging
Don't you forget me
Not me, yeah

Poor, poor Mr. Pushover
Never had a doubt
Now you're going crazy
Back, back to the drawing board
Ones who can't believe it
The ones who hate
The haters are hating
The haters, they hate me
Lovers are loving
But the lovers, they hate me too