| I open my mouth | |
| And words just fly out | |
| And I cannot stop them | |
| I try | |
| But I am only so much | |
| I'm would love to give up | |
| You have picked me to the bone | |
| You kick the leg you stand on | |
| I am only so much | |
| And nothing much is left of me | |
| You take more, more, more, | |
| 'Till I'm gone | |
| 'Till I'm good to no one | |
| I open my heart | |
| You tear me apart | |
| And I cannot stop you | |
| You love to point out | |
| Some stupid thing that I forgot to do | |
| Like I should strive to be you | |
| But I am only so much | |
| I'm about to give up | |
| You have picked me to the bone | |
| You kick the leg you stand on | |
| I am only so much | |
| Less and less is left of me | |
| You take more, more, more, | |
| 'Till I'm gone | |
| 'Till I'm good to no one | |
| I am only so much | |
| Only I protect me | |
| Will that ever be enough? | |
| I open my eyes |
| I open my mouth | |
| And words just fly out | |
| And I cannot stop them | |
| I try | |
| But I am only so much | |
| I' m would love to give up | |
| You have picked me to the bone | |
| You kick the leg you stand on | |
| I am only so much | |
| And nothing much is left of me | |
| You take more, more, more, | |
| ' Till I' m gone | |
| ' Till I' m good to no one | |
| I open my heart | |
| You tear me apart | |
| And I cannot stop you | |
| You love to point out | |
| Some stupid thing that I forgot to do | |
| Like I should strive to be you | |
| But I am only so much | |
| I' m about to give up | |
| You have picked me to the bone | |
| You kick the leg you stand on | |
| I am only so much | |
| Less and less is left of me | |
| You take more, more, more, | |
| ' Till I' m gone | |
| ' Till I' m good to no one | |
| I am only so much | |
| Only I protect me | |
| Will that ever be enough? | |
| I open my eyes |
| I open my mouth | |
| And words just fly out | |
| And I cannot stop them | |
| I try | |
| But I am only so much | |
| I' m would love to give up | |
| You have picked me to the bone | |
| You kick the leg you stand on | |
| I am only so much | |
| And nothing much is left of me | |
| You take more, more, more, | |
| ' Till I' m gone | |
| ' Till I' m good to no one | |
| I open my heart | |
| You tear me apart | |
| And I cannot stop you | |
| You love to point out | |
| Some stupid thing that I forgot to do | |
| Like I should strive to be you | |
| But I am only so much | |
| I' m about to give up | |
| You have picked me to the bone | |
| You kick the leg you stand on | |
| I am only so much | |
| Less and less is left of me | |
| You take more, more, more, | |
| ' Till I' m gone | |
| ' Till I' m good to no one | |
| I am only so much | |
| Only I protect me | |
| Will that ever be enough? | |
| I open my eyes |