Breakpoint

Make up the rules for me to live by

Rules you break and just let it slide

You try and find you inside of me

Be as great as you want me to be

Hypocrite, the word that fits

Do as you say not as you do

You're pushin' me to a breakpoint

You're pushin' me to a breakpoint

You're pushin' me to a breakpoint

Pushin' me, push, push me to a breakpoint

Self esteem, you seem to lack

Point the finger, there's three pointing back

Control's the illusion all good intent

Bad times are contagious, you laugh and infect

Criticist, the word that fits

Put me down to lift you up

You're pushin' me to a breakpoint

You're pushin' me to a breakpoint

You're pushin' me to a breakpoint

Pushin' me, push, push me to a breakpoint

Watching pain, the only pleasure

Fascination sick disaster

Self suffering since you were born

Mess with the bull you'll get the horn

Misery, the word that fits

Times are good when times are bad

You're pushin' me to a breakpoint

You're pushin' me to a breakpoint

You're pushin' me to a breakpoint

You're pushin' me, pushin' me to a breakpoint

In my opinions as a professional

I recommend we straight

jacket the son of a b***h

Lock him in a rubber room,

sedate him, heavily

And when he wakes up, if he wakes up

We'll see if he can be a nice boy

say baby hah you won a straight jacket

hey hey let's go hey get out get

Breakpoint, you push me to a breakpoint

Breakpoint, you push me to a breakpoint

Breakpoint, don't push me