They chip away at
Your conscious thoughts
You march to tunes that others
Want you to walk.

They set the fire
Then fan the flames
They'll sell you Motrin
While they increase the pain.

Spoonfed...Spoonfed

Remember wanting
What's best for them
You want to fall in love and maybe you can
Smile again.

I wish I could help you
But this is how it's suppose to end.

Spoonfed...Spoonfed