Emotions: The Martyr vs. The Matador

I would have blown my fucking head off right in front of you,
but I guess it's just a slightly impractical thing to do.
I'm getting too old to be "eradicable" for you.
We both know you're not worth it so what the fuck should I do?
I'm gonna leave here,
I'll go far away.
All of my fuckin' friends they like you better anyways.
I may have outgrown
a "suicidal phase",
so in the end,
I guess we'll just call 'em: "Emotions",
every time I'd breakdown to the ground;
The Martyr vs. The Matador.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I saw you and the newest guy in Montebello...
too awkward for either of us to stop and say 'hello'.
You know I walked right by you.
I know his cock's inside you.
I'd rather practice
for my catharsis.
You're not even the first one that made me "Lethargic"...
...you always hated her,
but you're no different...
and in the end
I guess we'll just call 'em: "Emotions",
every time I'd breakdown to the ground;
The Martyr vs. The Matador.
I'm not that stupid anymore...
...all my girlfriends turn into whores.
Hate. Pain. Again. Repetition. Repetition.
Kill me Kelly, Kill me Kelly, Kill me Kelly,
Kill me Kelly, Kill me Kelly, Kill me Kelly...
stop!
If you wanna you'll play the victim straight thru the game.
And if you wanna, you'll inject yourself straight thru the veins,
except you'd use the same dirty syringes over, and over, and over, and over again...
...and call 'em: "Emotions".
I think we'll call 'em: "Emotions".