Lletres: Holier Than Thou?. The Hating Of The Guts. Too Much.

you?re too much of everything
I can?t stand the feelings you bring
you make me feel like an asshole
it?s all I can do to keep control
your good intentions are all I can mention
without saying things that you might think are cruel
you are the cause that brings out all my flaws
I am the problem, you are the fool
I wish that I could be the person I should be
but I?m a dick and it makes me sick
all I can say is you get in my way
sorry I couldn?t find words that were cool
now I?ve revealed just how I really feel
now you can hate me, it?s your playing field
I deserve every cent of your torment
I leave myself open, without a shield
lay into me like there is no tomorrow
maybe this helps you with some of your sorrow
I don?t want to make up, I want to break up
there are no other words that I can borrow
if you weren?t so timid, you?d leave in a minute
I can?t understand just what good you see in it
I said it before, but I guess I?ll repeat it
TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH OF EVERYTHING
TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH OF EVERYTHING
TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH
TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH
your good intentions are all I can mention
without saying things that you might think are cruel
you are the cause that brings out all my flaws
I am the problem, you are the fool
I wish that I could be the person I should be
but I?m a dick and it makes me sick
all I can say is you get in my way