You always said that you would do it
You fucking coward
That if by now you’d not become someone
You’d slam the breaks
And now your time has come and gone
You’re still a no one
No one
You never had it, no
You never had it all along
I want to be
Part of the club
I want to feel
Their undying love
I want to be
A corpse, a cliché
I want it
Shooting stars make shallow graves
They never ever fade away
You always said that you would end it
You fucking liar
You had your chance you had your time
And now you’re past your prime
And in the end though you pretend
You’re still a no one
No one
You never had it, no
You never had it all along
I want to be
Part of the club
I want to feel
Their undying love
I want to be
A corpse, a cliché
I want it
Shooting stars make shallow graves
They never ever fade away
The fame the shame the blame the games
The lies we told
The sex we sold
The fear
Shooting stars make shallow graves
They never ever fade away
Shooting stars make shallow graves
They never ever fade
Obsession
Depression
