Video musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Staind
Staind
Performer
Aaron Lewis
Aaron Lewis
Lead Vocals
Johnny April
Johnny April
Bass Guitar
Jon Wysocki
Jon Wysocki
Drums
Michael Mushok
Michael Mushok
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Lewis
Aaron Lewis
Songwriter
Johnny April
Johnny April
Songwriter
Jon Wysocki
Jon Wysocki
Songwriter
Mike Mushok
Mike Mushok
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Lewis
Aaron Lewis
Producer
Johnny April
Johnny April
Producer
Jon Wysocki
Jon Wysocki
Producer
Brian Sperber
Brian Sperber
Recording Engineer
Michael Mushok
Michael Mushok
Producer
Jordan Schur
Jordan Schur
Executive Producer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
David Bottrill
David Bottrill
Producer

Letra

Can't you see that I'm sick of this? Chances are you're oblivious To how I feel Sitting on your throne And I'm sure that I'm not alone Not alone Not alone Tell me please Who the fuck did you want me to be? Was it something that I couldn't see? Never knew this would be so political, and please I'm still wearing this miserable skin And it's starting to tear from within But it's obvious that doesn't bother you, so please I didn't think that you'd sell me out Now I know what you're all about You might feel in control of things But you're not holding all the strings All the strings All the strings Tell me please Who the fuck did you want me to be? Was it something that I couldn't see? Never knew this would be so political, and please I'm still wearing this miserable skin And it's starting to tear from within But it's obvious that doesn't matter to you I've swallowed all your answers I've swallowed all my pride You've used up all your chances Can't keep this all inside Tell me please Who the fuck did you want me to be? Was it something that I couldn't see? Never knew this would be so political, and please I'm still wearing this miserable skin And it's starting to tear from within But it's obvious that doesn't bother you, so please Don't keep telling me that it's okay I don't buy all the shit that you say And quite honestly I'm fucking sick of it, so please If I cut off this nose from my face Then I wouldn't feel so out of place But it still wouldn't be quite enough for you, so please
Writer(s): Aaron Lewis, Michael J. Mushok Jr., Jonathan Wysocki, John F. April Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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