Luyện nghe bài hát Report Card

I to love you
I can't stand the sight of fucking face
You helped to build
The that keep me in my place
The trust I no longer comforts
The I gave in you've broken under
And all that you've etched in your stone
Will not affect me on my
You hands bleeding in true martyr form
neutral standpoint has left me standing alone
I'm sick of excuses; I'm of lies
I'm of fools like you wasting my time
Hands of my soul, you can't (hands off my fucking soul)
And I hope your new friends will treat you just as
For all the hard work done to gain their acceptance
you

My hands are clean
But I still haven't
Your hands will never clean
You be forgotten (x3)