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