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Are you going to say "hi" to me?
What a waste of sympathy
Im stuck in my stupid misery
A self-centered son of a b*tch...
You know, I used to wake up in a good mood most everyday
Now it shifts from grey to grey
Im an arm short, but thats ok
My head seems to be the problem
You cant bring me down; Im already there
Theres nothing you can say; I no longer care
Im sorry, but you cant harm me with that attitude
I was raised on broken food...
Is there anything I can do for you?
Ease your conscience for a minute or two?
You can try til your face turns blue
With this self-centered son of a b*tch
You cant bring me down; Im already there
Theres nothing you can say; I no longer care
Im sorry, but you cant harm me with that attitude
Ive been raised on broken food
Are you going to say "hi" to me?
You know Id really like that
What I say and what I think might not be the same, you see...
I would really, really like that