You make for good writing, a story to tell
Swore we didn't have a chance, you doomed us to fail
And when we think of you we only think of hate
And how you always cut us down, too much, too late
Turn around, walk away
You've got nothing left to say
Take a walk around in my shoes
Walk around in my
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
We make of our lives what we choose
Thought you could get even by telling us we suck
You suck
Would it be wrong to wish you'd get hit by a semi-truck
Though we ignore your comments and push them all aside
Every spiteful thing you said still hurts us inside
But you'll be taking all that back now
You'll be wishing that you'd said nothing at all
You'll be begging us to grant forgiveness
If I were you I wouldn't waste a phone call
Turn around, walk away
You've got nothing left to say
Take a walk around in my shoes
Walk around in my
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
We make of our lives what we choose