Take all these colours, and turn them to dirt
Take all the beauty, and turn it to hurt, oh yeah
Fake all the smiles, fake all the joy, and make it rehearsed
Yeah all you're doin' is makin' it worse, yeah
They make competitions, to see who breaks first
They'll force you to beg, they prey on your thirst, oh yeah
Maybe you'll fly, but they hope you'll cry, 'cause it makes good TV
Yeah all they're doin' is makin' it worse, yeah
Little guitar
So take all these colours, and write me a verse
Take all that beauty, yeah, and make it a curse, oh yeah
Write about hope, but leave out the part, where it's the gun to your head
And how all you're doin' is makin' it worse
All you're doin' is makin' it worse, yeah