Paroles de Another sellout

I'll write you a novel, and you'll judge me.
You'll say i'm a failed attempt at life. right?
So i maybe won't bother.
I'll tear my eyes out and shave my head with a kitchen knife.

Well i've got feelings of my own, buried deep inside.
Paintings, letters to a home that i tried to use to hide,
But i'm living a lie.

Well i never made much of life, so why start now?