I used to think that I had this little reserve of hope,
And when things seemed at their bleakest,
I could stretch into that reserve and find that hope,
And I could get through just about anything.
I always had hope when everyone else had given up,
And even when things got pitifully futile,
I could find some buried sliver of hope to hold onto.
And I could always find the good in people,
Or at least try to make it up for them.
I gave everyone the benefit of the doubt.
And i had no problem giving people a second chance... and a third...
But this time, i give up.
That girl, that wishful hopeful girl.. is gone.
There is no hope in this girl's heart
That things will turn themselves around.
I could beg for a second chance,
And keep saying how sorry i am,
But i'm not. I'm really not.
A person can only take so much...
Be walked over so many times,
Before they just don't care anymore.
I'm not going to beg for the chance to tell my side of it,
Because it doesn't matter.
They won -- they got what the wanted,
And it still wasn't enough.
They had to see everything i loved, and worked so hard for,
Taken from me,
Or else they wouldn't be satified.
And even then...
This girl that you once knew,
With the glitter on her eyelids and the smile
That you couldn't help but smile back at,
She's exiting the building,
And taking with her all the optimism,
And hope, and fairytalism with her.
She'll leave them to wonder what ever became of her,
But *ssssshhh* we can't talk about it,
There is this corporate image to uphold
And nothing bad ever happens here.
And those people, the ones who just couldn't let it go...
They can come back in and make everyone's life miserable,
Because the girl with the glittery eyes,
And the pocketful of candy,
And the book full of stickers...
She's gone. No more a threat.
Sometimes I feel like i was put on this earth
To teach everyone a lesson...
To show them that some people just keep taking the short end of the straw,
Every goddamn time,
And the one time they want to fight for that longer end,
All of a sudden they lose all their respect,
Their perfect image, their "glitter"
And i just wanted this one time
To fight back,
And guess i went about it all wrong
But will i get that second chance?
Will i have to beg and plead for them not to take away
everything i have here?
This girl is tired, and tired of letting everyone else
Stand in her glory
She is tired of having to fake happiness
And tired of getting up in the morning
Without anything real to go to,
Without any glimpse of tomorrow being better.
She's so tired of doing favors for everyone
And picking up the pieces of everyone else's life
She's just fucking tired.
And no matter which way she rearranges her room,
The bed is just not in the right spot,
And something is just... off.
This girl... she's gone.
Too many things tying her down to hop in her car,
With the dent in the side,
The dent to remind her who won,
To just take off into the horizon
And not come back to this place wiht its broken memories,
And tearful remembrances.
But she's leaving behind this stupid image,
This name,
This trademark,
This facade...
No, that girl... is now gone.
I'm done playing everyone's fucking games.
I can't do it anymore.
It's time for me to grow up,
And do something for myself
And the girl who cries,
48 hour tears,
That girl... is gone.
And when things seemed at their bleakest,
I could stretch into that reserve and find that hope,
And I could get through just about anything.
I always had hope when everyone else had given up,
And even when things got pitifully futile,
I could find some buried sliver of hope to hold onto.
And I could always find the good in people,
Or at least try to make it up for them.
I gave everyone the benefit of the doubt.
And i had no problem giving people a second chance... and a third...
But this time, i give up.
That girl, that wishful hopeful girl.. is gone.
There is no hope in this girl's heart
That things will turn themselves around.
I could beg for a second chance,
And keep saying how sorry i am,
But i'm not. I'm really not.
A person can only take so much...
Be walked over so many times,
Before they just don't care anymore.
I'm not going to beg for the chance to tell my side of it,
Because it doesn't matter.
They won -- they got what the wanted,
And it still wasn't enough.
They had to see everything i loved, and worked so hard for,
Taken from me,
Or else they wouldn't be satified.
And even then...
This girl that you once knew,
With the glitter on her eyelids and the smile
That you couldn't help but smile back at,
She's exiting the building,
And taking with her all the optimism,
And hope, and fairytalism with her.
She'll leave them to wonder what ever became of her,
But *ssssshhh* we can't talk about it,
There is this corporate image to uphold
And nothing bad ever happens here.
And those people, the ones who just couldn't let it go...
They can come back in and make everyone's life miserable,
Because the girl with the glittery eyes,
And the pocketful of candy,
And the book full of stickers...
She's gone. No more a threat.
Sometimes I feel like i was put on this earth
To teach everyone a lesson...
To show them that some people just keep taking the short end of the straw,
Every goddamn time,
And the one time they want to fight for that longer end,
All of a sudden they lose all their respect,
Their perfect image, their "glitter"
And i just wanted this one time
To fight back,
And guess i went about it all wrong
But will i get that second chance?
Will i have to beg and plead for them not to take away
everything i have here?
This girl is tired, and tired of letting everyone else
Stand in her glory
She is tired of having to fake happiness
And tired of getting up in the morning
Without anything real to go to,
Without any glimpse of tomorrow being better.
She's so tired of doing favors for everyone
And picking up the pieces of everyone else's life
She's just fucking tired.
And no matter which way she rearranges her room,
The bed is just not in the right spot,
And something is just... off.
This girl... she's gone.
Too many things tying her down to hop in her car,
With the dent in the side,
The dent to remind her who won,
To just take off into the horizon
And not come back to this place wiht its broken memories,
And tearful remembrances.
But she's leaving behind this stupid image,
This name,
This trademark,
This facade...
No, that girl... is now gone.
I'm done playing everyone's fucking games.
I can't do it anymore.
It's time for me to grow up,
And do something for myself
And the girl who cries,
48 hour tears,
That girl... is gone.
