I just cant get along with anyone.
Cause’ they end up stabbing me in the back.
My whole perspective’s changed since you’ve been gone.
How to look, how to think, and how to act.
I cant stay another day.
You drag it on and on till I turn red.
I cant breath or even think.
I bet you probably wish that I was dead to you.
I see you have people to spy on me.
Don’t you think that is immature.
And it seems you always pick a fight with me.
You always have the Last Word.
I can't stay another day.
You drag it on and on till I turn red.
I cant breath or even think.
I bet you probably wish that I was dead to you.
Why me.
