yeah   yeah   yeah      i gave you everything   what'd you give to me   a pocket full of empty rings   with diamonds that can sing   the most that i could ever hope   is that you'd start to feel so real      yeah   yeah   yeah      what i want is what you want   but what i want is more   i'm tired of the questions   am i left in scorn   the drugs are my addiction   she's laying on the tiles of my floor      yeah   yeah   yeah      'cause you are my faults   as you are my own   and you built my will   but what i want you can't fucking kill      yeah   yeah   yeah      everyone is not as one   everyone's the same   they're asking for a moment   they're looking out to blame   so am i independent   or am i just playing my own games      yeah   yeah   yeah      'cause you are my faults   as you are my own   and you built my guilt   but when i can you just never will      yeah   yeah   yeah      yeah   yeah   yeah      'cause you are my faults   well you are my own   it's your will in my guilt      yeah   yeah   yeah