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