yeah
    yeah
    yeah
    
    i gave you everything
    what'd you give to me
    a pocket full of empty rings
    with diamonds that can sing
    the most that i could ever hope
    is that you'd start to feel so real
    
    yeah
    yeah
    yeah
    
    what i want is what you want
    but what i want is more
    i'm tired of the questions
    am i left in scorn
    the drugs are my addiction
    she's laying on the tiles of my floor
    
    yeah
    yeah
    yeah
    
    'cause you are my faults
    as you are my own
    and you built my will
    but what i want you can't fucking kill
    
    yeah
    yeah
    yeah
    
    everyone is not as one
    everyone's the same
    they're asking for a moment
    they're looking out to blame
    so am i independent
    or am i just playing my own games
    
    yeah
    yeah
    yeah
    
    'cause you are my faults
    as you are my own
    and you built my guilt
    but when i can you just never will
    
    yeah
    yeah
    yeah
    
    yeah
    yeah
    yeah
    
    'cause you are my faults
    well you are my own
    it's your will in my guilt
    
    yeah
    yeah
    yeah