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Texty: Hoobastank. The Critic.

So, what if, what I say? So, what if, what I do?
Isn't what you wanted to that doesn't justify you?
Tearing me down with all that you say
It seems you only live to doubt my every move

Pretending like you always knew
But I don't care if you don't
Like what you see 'cause I'll do as I please

So leave me alone, I'm sick of your games
When will you learn we're not the same
Leave me alone, get out of my face
When will you learn we're not the same

No matter where I am, no matter where I go
You never can leave me alone
You might as well just tell me
You're wasting you time 'cause you're gonna fail

And now I finally know, now I finally see
The reason why you couldn't be
The person that you dreamed of
You gave it all up, well, I won't do the same

So leave me alone, I'm sick of your games
When will you learn we're not the same
Leave me alone, get out of my face
When will you learn we're not the same

We're not the same no
Leave me alone, I need more than room to grow
'Cause we're not the same
You treat my love like it a game

So leave me alone, I'm sick of your games
When will you learn we're not the same
Leave me alone, get out of my face
When will you learn we're not the same

We're not the same, we're not the same