Ann Beretta - Fuel lyrics

Just another boy fueled by the revolution
Just another
Unlucky soul left for you to tread on
Just another one living in this
Mass confusion
Just another empty hearted soul left
For you to burn!
Automatic is the way that she
Moves, It's an illusion
And in time I think I'll believe that it
Was good to know you, So I live
By my words and my own convictions
But for now I'll have to believe
I'm living to learn so
Hard to forgive what I could never forget
When your words they cut
So deep, So I pick the scabs
With nothing left to lose, you know
I've got the scars to prove so
Hard to forgive what I
Could never forget, When your words
They cut so deep, so I
Pick the scabs with nothing left to lose
You know I've got
The scars to prove just another
Boy fueled by the revolution
Just another unlucky soul left for you
To tread on, Automatic is the way
That she moves, It's an illusion
And in time I think I'll believe that
It was good to know you
So hard to forgive what I could never forget
When you're words they cut
So deep, So I pick the scabs
With nothing left to lose
You know I've got the scars to prove