Oh Oh, well what do you know? Another situation where I'm left high and dry
Oh No, I've been here before, so there's no reason that I should be surprised.
But it don't change, it's still so lame that I have wasted every bit of my time
I can't change that fact, I cannot get that back but I blame myself for being so blind
How could I be so dumb. You're a cold hearted fool, flapping lies from your tongue
To others you're so precious, that's how they view you.
But that c*** is all a front, dogonit I know the truth.
Oh, I'm so sick. I'm sick. And tired of it being unnoticed
Oh, does one soul. Does one soul not have ulterior motive?
I don't know, bro what's the deal? Bro what's the deal
Is it so hard just to be real?
Or is this. Or is it this. Or is it this, we'd rather spend are lives living in a fib.
I'm trying so hard to give you benefit of the doubt.
It's kind of hard when you're actions don't match up with your mouth.
I'm not a fan of being fooled and bound to you.
Must understand, if you're damaged, why bring me down with you?
I'm mad at p***** though, 'cause you're knowing all of this from the get go
Still through that pitch so, I swung at it but I seem to miss though.
What the heck is this, and you wonder why I keep to myself.
Only try to help, but you go ahead and b*** the hand that dealt.
Meanwhile, you run around, heading down the wrong route fool
Into the arms of the people that don't give a c*** about you
And tomorrow you'll be complaining all day long
about why you're done wrong and why you keep singing the same song.
Oh, I'm so sick. I'm sick. And tired of it being unnoticed
Oh, does one soul. Does one soul not have ulterior motive?
I don't know, bro what's the deal? Bro what's the deal
Is it so hard just to be real?
Or is this. Or is it this. Or is it this, we'd rather spend are lives living in a fib.
Once the truth gets relayed, you don't have much to say
And the guilt will just run in the back of your mind, everyday
Can pretend like it didn't exist, but you can't get away from it
It will haunt you until you own up to it.
And you're running out of time.
My life seems to be a joke to everybody who is not me.
I let down my guard thinking you'd do the same
Not knowing that you would swing and give me pain.
I put so much in you. You mean to tell me I couldn't get truth
It's okay, at the end of the day, I still have some of my dignity.
Oh No, I've been here before, so there's no reason that I should be surprised.
But it don't change, it's still so lame that I have wasted every bit of my time
I can't change that fact, I cannot get that back but I blame myself for being so blind
How could I be so dumb. You're a cold hearted fool, flapping lies from your tongue
To others you're so precious, that's how they view you.
But that c*** is all a front, dogonit I know the truth.
Oh, I'm so sick. I'm sick. And tired of it being unnoticed
Oh, does one soul. Does one soul not have ulterior motive?
I don't know, bro what's the deal? Bro what's the deal
Is it so hard just to be real?
Or is this. Or is it this. Or is it this, we'd rather spend are lives living in a fib.
I'm trying so hard to give you benefit of the doubt.
It's kind of hard when you're actions don't match up with your mouth.
I'm not a fan of being fooled and bound to you.
Must understand, if you're damaged, why bring me down with you?
I'm mad at p***** though, 'cause you're knowing all of this from the get go
Still through that pitch so, I swung at it but I seem to miss though.
What the heck is this, and you wonder why I keep to myself.
Only try to help, but you go ahead and b*** the hand that dealt.
Meanwhile, you run around, heading down the wrong route fool
Into the arms of the people that don't give a c*** about you
And tomorrow you'll be complaining all day long
about why you're done wrong and why you keep singing the same song.
Oh, I'm so sick. I'm sick. And tired of it being unnoticed
Oh, does one soul. Does one soul not have ulterior motive?
I don't know, bro what's the deal? Bro what's the deal
Is it so hard just to be real?
Or is this. Or is it this. Or is it this, we'd rather spend are lives living in a fib.
Once the truth gets relayed, you don't have much to say
And the guilt will just run in the back of your mind, everyday
Can pretend like it didn't exist, but you can't get away from it
It will haunt you until you own up to it.
And you're running out of time.
My life seems to be a joke to everybody who is not me.
I let down my guard thinking you'd do the same
Not knowing that you would swing and give me pain.
I put so much in you. You mean to tell me I couldn't get truth
It's okay, at the end of the day, I still have some of my dignity.