Falling Down.

This is the last time I'm going to be pushed around.
I'm tired of losing hope in all humanity.
I'm tired of being pushed around in the dirt.
So I lay down and pray that this will all go.
It doesn't. I realize that if you beg and lie and cheat, you're doing nothing but being foolish.
It seems to happen every time I get close to them.
I now know that if something ever happens like this, we'll all fall apart. We'll all keep on Falling Down.
We'll keep on being foolish and stupid.
We'll keep on looking on the inside of the window thinking, ''What have I done?''
No. It's not my fault that you're like this.
It's not my fault that you can't change.
It's not my fault you're a monster.
And lastly, it's not my fault that I can't be perfect just the way you want me to be.