Breakpoint

[Verse 1] Make up the rules for me to live by Rules you break and just let it slide You try and find you inside of me Be as great as you want me to be Hypocrite, the word that fits Do as you say Not as you do [Chorus] You're pushing me to a break point Pushing me, push, push me to a break point [Verse 2] Self esteem you seem to lack Point the finger There's three pointing back Control's the illusion with all good intent Bad times are contagious You laugh and infect Criticist, the word that fits Put me down to lift you up [Chorus] [Verse 3] Watching pain is your only pleasure Sick fascination for someone's disaster Self suffering since you were born Mess with the bull and you'll get the horn Misery, the word that fits Can't seem to smile until someone's sad [Chorus] [Verse 4] In my opinions as a professional I recommend We straight-jacket the son of a bitch Lock him in a rubber room Sedate him, heavily And when he wakes up If he wakes up, we'll see If he can be a nice boy [Bridge] Well, I don't know. It's going to hurt me More that it's going to hurt him Let's do it [Chorus]