You talk trash when I'm listening to you

Why don't you come back when I care

I try so hard just to live my life

Is that too hard for you to bare

Should I end it all would that be easier for you

Cause if it is then I will

I've done so much now I'm just a deadbeat freak

You stay up late at night plotting to kill me

Whatever I say goes over your head

Some things are better off not said

It's eleven thirty feeling tired and kind of dirty

I better not come around or I'm dead

There is a God that watches over you

You better watch out with what you do

You say that I'm so right but you act like something's wrong

You need to make up your mind and think about what you said



You're lame, so lame

One more person in the world that is lame



I'm sick and tired of all the lies that follow you

Why don't you make up something new

Start telling the truth it will be time well spent

It's a more better environment

Sorry if I make you mad

I don't want you to cry

If you give your keys to Him...I promise... I will be your friend

But I have to ask you this one thing

I've been wondering

I've been wondering all along...

Why are you so lame