You think that you’re the only one who feels extreme,
And no-one else around you ever needs to scream.
I may not have your public badge of potent pain
But... never mind, you’ve closed your fucking eyes again.

You’re a selfish bastard, you’re a fucking thief,
Coz you never let me have my fucking grief.
I put up with crying, I put up with lies,
Maybe one day you’ll see through your own disguise.

You pout at every kindly soul who looks your way,
But when they share their problems you just turn away.
You say that pain has worn away your sympathy,
But I just have to wonder if you really see...

That you’re a selfish bastard, you’re a fucking thief,
Coz you never let me have my fucking grief.
I've put up with crying, I've put up with lies,
Maybe one day you’ll see through your own disguise.

I think you’ve built a wall that circles round your head,
And live inside with other things that are long dead.
I used to try to see things from your point of view,
But now I’ve got to ask just who the Hell are you?

You’re a selfish bastard, you’re a fucking thief,
Coz you never let me have my fucking grief.
I’ve put up with crying, I’ve put up with lies,
I hope one day you’ll see through your own disguise.

So I’ve resolved to tell you that I can’t go on –
I cannot bear to listen to that fucking song
Of how your pain’s so real because it makes you bleed.
You cut yourself, you stupid bastard, now take heed:

You’re a selfish fucker, you’re a stupid cunt,
Coz you’ve gone and got yourself all back-to-front.
And I pity you because – let’s get this straight –
Every day you’re locked in with the one you hate.

You’re a selfish bastard, you’re a fucking thief,
Coz you never let me have my fucking grief.
I put up with crying, I put up with lies,
I hope one day you’ll see through your own disguise.