Why Is It?
Why Is It?
I am never good enough for people
I'm always kicked to the curb,
Talked down upon,
And left out.
Sometimes, I can't even lie
I asked for God to let me die
C'mon now pull that trigger
But i guess he knows things will get better
just for me
I want you to close your mouth and let me speak
im tired of everybody
talking about me
guess i must be that important
cause im always the topic of your conversation
yep im out here doing bigger and better things
so keep on talking
about my baad self
you wanna be me
enjoy it while it last
but, only in your dreams
sweet dreams baby,
have a good sleep