Lonely, lonely...

A lonely life has worn a hole through me

Pouting about your woes like so

Will never change a single thing, you know

Oh, maybe

I'm just another mob without a name

I refuse to play that game, and so I'll scream until I rot away

What kind of play will blow the crowd away today?

I'm told I have to push my feelings to the side

Would I be happier without the spot light

I'm sure that'd fit just fine

I'll dance the life of grown-ups, just for a taste

Of money, of loving-

My soul's all I'll pay

1, 2, 3, pop it out of the park

I'm swinging my bat to your labels

Hurts, right? Hurts, right?

If it gets me by, I'm fine!

Readymade fragile heartstrings scrеam

They've lost the bеat in the noise of a corporate scheme

Hurts, right? Hurts, right?

Shut your mouth, I've had enough!

Sending a fastball of all my rage right down your lane

Hey batta batta swing

Dirty, dirty...

You're tellin' me I ought to bite my tongue

Patting my head like I'm your dog

The good girl that you want is gone

Oh, baby...

Your twisted love has stepped up to the plate

Order-made logos that show you sold your soul to play this game

If I say what's on my tongue, I'm in the wrong

I'll be canceled if I speak what's on my mind

You're so good at playing hero, you think

I can't see through your eyes

Sick of the way you think you're high-and-mighty

Can't buy me, I'm striking you out of this game

1, 2, 3, hit another pop fly

Targets I've dyed to a red in

My mind, my mind

Laughing at your suit and tie

Readymade ways to keep the lead

Gate is set to cut noise from the words I scream

Not fine, not fine!

Turn a blind eye, sing on

Feelings I've held tight are burning up inside of this batting cage

Well once again, I'm center stage

I feel like nothing more than just a slave

Oh don't put me on a team playing for the grown-up side

Ah...

My heart is beaten, battered, get away

I see it, I feel it, here goes my next play....

1, 2, 3, pop it out of the park

I'm swinging my bat to your labels

Hurts, right? Hurts, right?

If it gets me by, I'm fine!

Readymade fragile heartstrings scream

They've lost the beat in the noise of a corporate scheme

Hurts, right? Hurts, right?

Shut your mouth, I've had enough!

1, 2, 3, hit another pop fly

Targets I've dyed to a red in

My mind, my mind

I've cried my whole life

Readymade ways to keep the lead

Gate is set to cut noise from the words I scream

Not fine, not fine!

Turn a blind eye, sing on

Sending a fastball of all my rage right down your lane

Hey batta batta swing