A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
At twenty three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion. Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory;
An ominous landscape of never ending calamity
I need you to hear, I need you to see, that I have had all I can take and exploding seems like a definite possibility to me.

So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and its people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, Pardon me...Don't ever be the same.