Are we to bury the hatchet like you said?
Plaster on a fake smile and pretend.
It's the kid that should be put to bed, forever.
Meet me on top of there mountain.
Will you push me or will I push you?
Only room for one in your world of fun,
That's something that I'd never do.
Seems like I'm always, always outnumbered.

Are we to bury the hatchet in your head?
Plaster on a fake smile and pretend.
You're the kid that should be put to bed, forever.
Meet me on top of there mountain.
Will you push me or will I push you?
Only room for one in your world of fun,
That's something that I'd never do.
Seems like I'm always, always outnumbered.
I'll stand alone.

Take, and take, and take some more, until you're full,
cannot take any more.
We'll be there to pick up there pieces when you leave.

I'll stand alone

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Writer(s): Julian Shah-Tayler, Scott Fairbrother