The Lips - Another Sellout lyrics

I'll write you a novel, and you'll judge me. You'll say I'm a failed attempt at life. Right? So I maybe won't bother. I'll tear my eyes out and shave my head with a kitchen knife. Well I've got feelings of my own, buried deep inside. Paintings, letters to a home that I tried to use to hide, but I'm living a lie. Well I never made much of life, so why start now?