| I’m sorry about your parents, they sound like bad people
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| Your daddy sounds like a jerk
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| I guess your mama didn’t know the gift she got when she got you
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| I’m sorry about your life, you had it pretty rough
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| Bending over backwards, never good enough
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| You poor thing, it must suck to be you
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| And I know it’s not your fault, it never is, is it?
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| I know what it’s like staying up all night nursing wounds
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| It takes more than I have, pick fights with the past, I always lose
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| Oh, don’t you know? |
| That’s no way to live
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| I know what it’s like staying up all night nursing wounds
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| I get it, give me a little credit
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| I remember when I was that pathetic
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| Wear my scars on my sleeve, for all the world to see
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| Like look what they did to me quick, lay on the sympathy thick
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| You probably have the right to feel how you do
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| You were mistreated and cheated out of the childhood you needed
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| And now you’ll never succeed if you’re so convinced you’re defeated
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| If you’re obsessed with your yesterday then you’re destined to repeat it
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| And I know it’s not your fault, it never is, is it, is it, is it?
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| I know what it’s like staying up all night nursing wounds
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| It takes more than I have, pick fights with the past, I always lose
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| Oh, don’t you know? |
| That’s no way to live
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| I know what it’s like staying up all night nursing wounds |