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