This Is a Bore

Today's the day when I say that it's time To leave you here and tell you what it's for A silhouette of a face behind a paper Jousting for that meaning of being there (While saying) Need I say more about this subject It's dead and gone straight to Hell You tell me to pray and wish it back But you know that I surely don't believe This is a bore This is a bore This is a bore This is a bore Chiding out and hoping you're listening Care and wait, and sail and hate tonight You don't know why I hate this subject But I do know that bones are bones to die (While saying) Need I say more about this subject I know that it's what you wanna hear Nothing new, nothing I really care for So you're just wasting your breath instead Need I say more about this subject Apparently I'm going straight to Hell It's nothing new, nothing I really care for Pray for me even though I don't believe This is a bore This is a bore This is a bore This is a bore This is a bore This is a bore