Was just thinking of this song as I was listening to Papa Roach on a plane.
I love that this is labelled as the squeaky clean version. A song about cutting arms, bleeding out, committing suicide, but it’s “squeaky clean” because they blanked out the word “fuck”.
I hated this song. I still do, but I did too.
As an emo girl I loved it. Yes, I am ashamed. I also once told someone Creed was better than rage against the machine and I carry that shame to the grave.
IMO it was the peak of Nu Metal cringe