You, with
your words like knives
And
swords and weapons that you use against me,
You, have
knocked me off my feet again,
Got me
feeling like I’m nothing.
You, with
your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling
me out when I’m wounded.
You,
pickin’ on the weaker man.
Well you
can take me down,
With just
one single blow.
But you
don’t know, what you don’t know,
Someday,
I’ll be living in a big old city,
And all
you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Someday,
I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me,
And all
you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Why you
gotta be so mean?
You, with
your switching sides,
And your
walk by lies and your humiliation
You, have
pointed out my flaws again,
As if I
don’t already see them.
I walk
with my head down,
Trying to
block you out cause I’ll never impress you
I just
wanna feel okay again.
I bet you
got pushed around,
Somebody
made you cold,
But the
cycle ends right now,
You can’t
lead me down that road,
You don’t
know, what you don’t know
Someday,
I’ll be, living in a big old city,
And all you’re
ever gonna be is mean.
Someday,
I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me,
And all
you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Why you
gotta be so mean?
And I can
see you years from now in a bar,
Talking
over a football game,
With that
same big loud opinion but,
Nobody’s
listening,
Washed up
and ranting about the same old bitter things,
Drunk and
grumbling on about how I can’t sing.
But all
you are is mean,
All you
are is mean.
And a
liar, and pathetic, and alone in life,
And mean,
and mean, and mean, and mean
But
someday, I’ll be, living in a big old city,
And all
you’re ever gonna be is mean. Yeah,
Someday,
I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me,
And all
you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Why you
gotta be so ?
Someday,
I’ll be, living in a big old city,
And all you’re
ever gonna be is mean. Yeah,
Someday,
I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me,
And all
you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Why you
gotta be so mean?
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