Žodžiai dainai: Eleventy Seven. And the Land of Fake Believe. MySpace.

Tell me all about yourself
Tell me all about your favorite bands
How there super-indie-neo-hardcore
Tell me all about your favorite hobbies
And the way you love sunsets
Well who doesn't

Still I'd like the chance to really see
If what you say is true and has integrity
Cause I could know everything about you
And still know nothing at all

I know that it's wrong to form an opinion
Only what I see
But in my defense it's really hard to know
When MySpace is the only thing that you ever show

So it seems you got a lot of friends
How many of them know you
Or even care if your alive or dead?
When was the last time you were honest
Instead of posting blogs of fake emotions


Still I'd like the chance to really see
If what you say is true and has integrity
Cause I could know everything about you
And still know nothing at all

I know that it's wrong to form an opinion
Only what I see
But in my defense it's really hard to know
When MySpace is the only thing that you ever show

When you finally resurface
To the point of finding purpose
We'll begin to see just who you are

I know that it's wrong to form an opinion
Only what I see
But in my defense it's really hard to know
When MySpace is the only thing that you ever show