Why find pain in the plans we made
They all fall through
I secure my head to my neck with hot glue
Gone to a waste
I never made it
It's all the same
Copied and pasted
I never meant
What I had said back then
Picked apart by my subtle art of stealing
Why come first when I'm not the worst
I feel fine
Gone to a waste
I never made it
It's all the same
Copied and pasted
I never meant
What I had said back then
Gone to a waste
I never made it
It's all the same
Copied and pasted
I never meant
What I had said back then
Whoa
Gone to a waste
I never made it
It's all the same
Copied and pasted
I never meant
What I had said back then
Back then