Just another boy fueled by the revolution, Just
another unlucky soul left for you to tread on,
Just another one living in this mass confusion,
Just another empty hearted soul left for you to
burn! Automatic is the way that she moves, It's
an illusion, And in time I think I'll believe
that it was good to know you, So I live by my
words and my own convictions, But for now I'll
have to believe I'm living to learn. So hard to
forgive what I could never forget, When your
words they cut so deep, So I pick the scabs with
nothing left to lose, You know I've got the scars
to prove. So hard to forgive what I could never
forget, When your words they cut so deep, So I
pick the scabs with nothing left to lose, You
know I've got the scars to prove. Just another
boy fueled by the revolution, Just another
unlucky soul left for you to tread on, Automatic
is the way that she moves, It's an illusion, And
in time I think I'll believe that it was good to
know you. So hard to forgive what I could never
forget, When you're words they cut so deep, So I
pick the scabs with nothing left to lose, You
know I've got the scars to prove.