Text: Boy Sets Fire. Hometown Report Card.

I used to love you, now I can't stand the sight of you fucking face
You have helped to build the walls that keep me in my place
The trust I gave no longer comforts, the trust I gave in you've broken under
And all the lies you've etched in your stone will not affect me or my attention
Your hands nailed bleeding in true martyr form
Your neutral standpoint has left me standing alone
I'm sick of excuses; I'm tired of lies
I'm tired of fools like you wasting my time
Hands off my soul, you can't control
And I hope your new friends will treat you just as well
For all the hard work you've done to gain their acceptance
Fuck you, my hands are washed clean but I haven't forgotten
Your hands will never wash clean, you will be forgotten
You are forgotten