Lyrics:
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
No. 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 crap's all a front. Dogonit, I know the truth.
Oh, I'm so sick. I'm so 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 our lives living in a fib?
I'm trying so hard to give you benefit of the doubt.
It's kind of hard when your 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 and pissed though, 'cause you're knowing all of this from the get go
Still threw 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 bite the hand that dealt.
Meanwhile, you run around, walking down the wrong route, fool, into the arms of the people that don't give a crap about you...
And tomorrow you'll be complaining all day long about how you're done wrong and why you keep singing the same song.
Oh, I'm so sick. I'm so 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 our 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 we 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.
Oh oh, 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 that I couldn't get the truth
It's ok. At the end of the day, I still have some of my dignity.
Some of my dignity. Whoa...
At the end of the day, I still got my dignity.
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 we didn't exist, but you can't get away from it
It will haunt you. It will haunt you.
It'll just come back around
It'll just come back around
It'll just come back around
It'll just come back around
