I never claimed to be a savior, I said I have a dirty mouth. Stop analyzing my behavoir,if you are too dumb to work it out. I´ve got to keep myself together, you know I hate to disappoint. A masochistic lamb to slaughter maybe you missed the point.

Now that you know what you know, I bet you wish you could let it go. You´ll never come sucking you thumb, better of dumb.

Maybe I could write a letter, to help me with myself esteem. You should get to know me better, no one ever is what they seem.

                              You still don´t know what you think of me,

 You still don´t know what you think of me, 

 You still don´t know what you think of me, 

 You still don´t know what you think I mean,