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i used to be such a burning example

i used to be so original

i used to listen to the roar or the crowd,

now all i hear is the sound of silence

i used to make my parents proud

now all i hear is when they yell real loud

i used to be the glue that held my friends together

now we havent talked in what seems like forever

it feels like i fell down a trap door

and i dont know who pulled the lever

it was so much better before

well, now u got what u asked for



all that once was, never more

this cant be the same as before



i used to pray to god

when hed listen

Youd have known this is what i was headed for, if you would have listened

Jesus Christ, what happened?

What happened to make me this way?

Weve all got a price we pay

And i guess my bill is due today

Well, this is what u were asking for, i hope youre happy

Perfection leads to this defection



I hope ur happy, this is what u asked for

A body, on the floor.