The stories that your eyes tell are becoming lesser known
It’s hard to become familiar with something you’re never shown
Photographs became more familiar a long time ago
And everything’s changed, but you really wouldn’t know

Because you’ve abandoned me for a life that’s a little more fake
I’m the soil from where you’ve grown, but you’re bringing out the rake
They don’t know you like I do and they don’t really care
But on the other hand I’ve never seen you give me that glare

I hate the place where your pictures hang
And I hate this room, cuz it’s where you and me sang
I hate this bass guitar; it’s where I watched you try to play
But I hate this bed, cuz it brings me dreams of yesterday

You think I’m overreacting, but why don’t you look in the glass?
Behind your reflection, is our shattered past
And breathing is welcome but not required
I thought I was stuck in your memories, but you’re bringing out the pliers


You may think that it’s starting, but I’m over and done
I really hope that it’s finished, but it’s just begun
Time without you, the absence of your voice
I don’t know why I feel so bad, cuz it was your choice


I hate the place where your pictures hang
And I hate High School, cuz it’s where you and me began

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High School Nightmare song meanings
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