Who do you think you are? Runnin' 'round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul And tearing love apart And now you want me one more time So don't come back for me Don't come back for me

You're guilty all the same Too sick to be ashamed You want to point your finger But there's no one else to blame Guilty all the same Tell us all again Show us all again What you think we should be What the answers are

Oh you're a holiday, such a holiday It's something I thinks worthwhile If the puppet makes you smile If not then you're throwing stones Throwing stones, throwing stones Yet why am I so blind When the someone else is me It's unkind, it's unkind Ooh it's a

Seems like all the good shits gone Hey God, there's nights you know I want to scream These days you're even hard to believe I know how busy you must be, but Hey God... Hey God-Tell me what the hell is going on, Do you ever think about me It keeps on

Who do you think you are? Runnin' 'round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul And tearing love apart And now you want me one more time So don't come back for me Don't come back for me

I could be the one to make you feel that way I could be the one to set you free Do you think about me when you're all alone? The things we used to do, we used to be Do you think about me when the crowd is gone? It used to be so easy, you and me When you

Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning And I won't forget to put roses on your grave Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding

If you were there you'd know That I care If you were there you'd know I care for you baby You're the one that makes my day a dream come true Yet and still you wander if I think of you You ought to see how the other girls behave when you're not round And

"One of these days you're gonna love me You'll sit down by yourself and think And what good friends we might've been And then you're gonna sigh a little Maybe even cry a little but One of these days you're gonna love me" Used to chase that boy home from

Even though you know it's old Even when you're on the run Seeing that he's on the run Got an attitude Thinking that he's always right Blowin' smoke rings Making me wanna fight I never look back At all the things I've ever done