Tekster:
Project Wyze Misfits Strangers Liars Friends

I'm the type of tragedy that you can't hide from I'm the type of pain and torture you could die from The kind of stranger that peaks over your fence

Shhh, but can you keep a secret Are you the type of person who holds it in for five minutes before you release it You're nothing more then a hypocrite

to breathe, so ease back If I was your number one fan, I'd be the kind that stalks you If I was a stranger, I'd be the kind you shouldn't talk to Listen

, stressed and lonely If only you can see what I see, you?d feel the same Denial?s a game it only takes one to play You?re lying, denying and everything seems strange

Shhh, but can you keep a secret Are you the type of person who holds it in for five minutes before you release it You?re nothing more then a hypocrite

Dear Erica, I would cherish you more than life itself Wait, no you wouldn?t Don?t listen to him he only cares about himself See I would be there through

the page And then I write like I was trapped in a cage But wait a minute ?cause it?s not the end I call few people enemies and fewer people friends And

pay for it [Chorus (2X)] Misfits, strangers, liars, friends Misfits, strangers, liars, friends Misfits, strangers, liars, friends You sold me out and that?s the reason I hate you You and I were friends