Throwing punches like you plant a kiss
Leave a mark so big it can't be missed
I show my teeth that all I've got
Heard em say I never had a shot
Well, what's it to ya
I stare right through ya

I've never been left with much more than a bruise
I think of respect as a game
And you lose

Throwing glances like I'm not here
Well is it obvious that I don't care
Cuz my whole life has been a cloud of dust
To people like you who just live to judge
Well, what's it to ya
I stare right through ya

I've never been left with much more than a bruise
I think of respect as a game
And you lose

I'm out of chances so I've been told
But the preaching choir still wants to save my soul

I've never been left with much more than a bruise
And I think of respect as a game
Oh you lose
I've never been left with much more than a bruise
And I think of respect as a game
Oh you lose
Well you lose

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.