Stories

You know nothin' but stories of me

You know they may not be true

Truth might be empty and vain

It might what makes you lose

Well, what does it even mean

To know what is right or what's not

What's a story really worth

When you're finally to the plot?

I don't mind walking around you (I don't mind)

Spinning my eyes (spinning my eyes) around but

My hands are up in the air

With you

Can't take much more of the same ol'

You can't hold back from the threshold

My hands are up in the air

With you

A rumor slips past your lips

Goes around in no time at all

How did I get so miffed?

Well, you act like your ten feet tall

Don't think about what you say

Your own story is that of a fail

But you won't let that stop you from

Teasing me, hammer to the nail

(you won't take away from me)

I don't mind walking around you (I don't mind)

Spinning my eyes (spinning my eyes) around but

My hands are up in the air

With you

The needle and the damage done

Like I've been pulled apart-come undone

Come along way from where i was

Been picked on and stepped upon

So much that I don't know how-

How I got this far

Everyday is such a struggle still

But I know that in my heart

I'm done now walking around you (I'm done now)

And spinning my eyes around (spinning my eyes)

I'm gonna wash my hands of you (wash my hands of you now)

Can't take anymore (won't take more) of the same ol'

Can't hold back from the threshold (the same old)

I'm gonna wash my hands of you

I'm gonna wash my hands of you