Tell me what you're thinking, what you're thinking about
Tell me when you're finished, maybe I'll come around
Had enough to bring me all the way to the ground
I don't have to tell you what I'm thinking about

You have made your bed, I know better than to sleep in it
Better off dead than the hell that will become of it
You have hurt my head but I'm not denying that
I did not bring it on myself

I take pieces of myself from everyone around me
I'm not individual enough for you
I replicate the people I admire
But at least I'm not bitter and sad

I may not be a hundred percent happy but at least I'm not with
I may not be a hundred percent happy but at least I'm not with you
I may not be a hundred percent happy but at least I'm not with
I may not be a hundred percent happy but at least I'm not with
I may not be a hundred percent happy but at least I'm not with
I may not be a hundred percent happy but at least I'm not with you