You keep wallowing in this
You never get enough
All these punches in your face
They're endlessly coming back
There's nothing wrong with that
There's no reason to answer back
All in all there's no future, nowhere to go
So good riddance to the things you love
You're like a damsel in distress
Except you don't really want to be saved
You really enjoy being enslaved
And looking backwards makes you sad
There's nothing wrong with that
There is no reason to answer back
All in all there's no future, nowhere to go
So good riddance to the things you love
We're all damsels in distress
There's nothing wrong with that
There is no reason to answer back
All in all we're trapped and locked inside a box
So good riddance to the things we love
