A Rumor of Skin - Stone Sour

You deleted your evidence

You depleted yourself

Face down wasn't good enough

You had to give me your hell

Not much more inside of me left to lose

No one hates me quite like you

Let me show you the proof

I don’t mind my own self-loathing

And I don’t need help from you

I know I’m lonely

What am I supposed to do?

You believe that you’re innocent

You’re relieving your guilt

The jury seems to be deadlocked

Look at the drama you've built

Seems like everyone’s guaranteed damaged truth

What makes someone hate like you?

And is there something to prove?

But I don’t mind my own self-loathing

And I don’t need hell from you

I know I’m lonely

But what am I supposed to do?

Oh, I don’t mind

(I don’t mind my own…)

My own self-loathing

And I don’t need help from you

(I don’t want to know…)

I know I’m lonely

What am I supposed to do?

(I won’t give my all…)

With all my coldest memories of you

(I don’t want to know…)

I know I’m angry

And I don’t need help from you!