Rise Against

If I could paint how I feel,
I'd draw bullseye on your forehead
my anger is not misdirected unless it somehow misses you
time spent on hate, is time gone to waste,
I watch you point and click your life away
so cast the stones that I'll gladly catch
and I'll throw them right back, I stand behind the things I say,
you type the words you won't say to my face
time spent on hate, is time gone to waste,