I don't want to be the filler, if the void is solely yours.
I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
hidden in the bottom drawer.
I don't want to be a bandage, if the wound is not mine.
Lend me some fresh air!
I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you.
I don't want to be your babysitter, you're a very big boy now.
I don't want to be your mother,
I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months.
Show me the back door!

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6,
well, I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and, oh,
mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom.
You see, it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor.

I don't want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon.
I don't want to be your other half, I believe that 1 and 1 make 2.
I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge
on your face at midnight.
Hey, what are you hungry for?
I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together.
I don't want to be your idol,
see this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights.
I don't want to be lived through a vicarious occasion.
Please, open the window!

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6,
well, I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and, oh,
mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom.
You see, it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor.

I don't want to live on someday, when my motto is "last week".
I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart
and its wounded beat.
I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling.
What do you thank me?
What do you thank me for??

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6,
well, I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and, oh,
mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom.
You see, it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor!

*a squarciagola*

what a jagged little pill!!  *urlo*

...e dopotutto io continuo ad amare incondizionamenterrimamente questo donnone!

http://www.brightcove.tv/title.jsp?title=1374477128

ah! *sospiro*

...so why spend all our time undressing our bandages?

Sometimes is never quite enough.
If you're flawless, then you'll win my love.
Don't forget to win first place!
Don't forget to keep that smile on your face!
Be a good boy,
try a little harder.
You've got to measure up
and make me prouder.

How long before you screw it up?
How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up?
With everthing I do for you,
the least you can do is keep quiet.
Be a good girl,
you've gotta try a little harder.
That simply wasn't good enough
to make us proud.

I'll live through you,
I'll make you what I never was.
If you're the best, then maybe so am I
compared to him, compared to her?
I'm doing this for your own damn good,
you'll make up for what I blew.
...what's the problem? Why are you crying?

Be a good boy,
push a little farther now.
That wasn't fast enough
to make us happy.
We'll love you just the way you are... if you're perfect...

and don't cry tonight.