Half A Life

I've been meaning to ask you
 How life looks from the nose bleed seats
 And to ask you how it feels to bleed
 Your life's a waste
 And the way that I'll ask it
 Will have revenge woven throughout
 But will be masked with the concern
 That a friend would bring, you're so incomplete
 Hold a mirror to show just what you've become
 And read your diary to figure out where things went wrong
 I don't think I'll ever understand
 How a cowardly cat can call himself a man
 You're all show and it's getting old
 You're all show and it's getting old
 As for the rest of us, we'll do fine with what we have
 Making the best of what is left
 And you're a naysayer who will never know
 What it's like to really have half a life
 I've been meaning to harm you
 In the best way that I see fit
 I'm not sure if this did the trick
 But I think it did
 Hold a mirror to show just what you've become
 And read your eulogy to figure out where things went wrong
 I hope one day you understand
 A girl on your arm won't make you a man
 You're all show and it's getting old
 You're all show and it's getting old
 As for the rest of us, we'll do fine with what we have
 Making the best of what is left
 And you're a naysayer who will never know
 What it's like to really have half a life
 Keep walking down your shallow lonely road
 It's dark and cold and it's yours and yours alone
 If you dig too deep are you scared you'll find something
 As spoonfuls of shit will surely add up
 Inside you're begging for a cure for your disease
 You're life's a crime scene and it won't help to blame me
 As for the rest of us, we'll do fine with what we have
 Make the best of what is left
 And you're a naysayer who will never know
 What it's like to really have half a life