You said you're burnin' up inside, and no one seems to tell.
Your living from a personalized manual from hell.

Life is pretty (it seems so) easy when it's from my easy chair.
And you're burnin' up inside and no one's cares.

You said you had enough of this town, this town don't treat you well.
You always find coincidence, well I do parallel.

Come and take my hand tonight, I'll show you where to start.
'Cuz every word that left your lips, like a needle through my heart.

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Writer(s): GEORGE TUTUSKA, JOHN T RZEZNIK, ROBERT C. JR. TAKAC