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Always Me


(Verse 1) Doesn't get along with others Doesn't follow the rules She's too slow at everything she does Another letter sent home from school You'd better have a talk with her about her bad ways She distracted all of the other kids today (Verse 2) She's a distraction to others They can't consentrate with her in the room She day dreams and doddles too much You'd better have a talk with her soon I gave everyone the lesson and they all understood All except for your daughter, she didn't act very good (Bridge) Lying when she says that she paid attention Lying when she said she wasn't day dreaming in class If she was being a good girl, she would've understood it too With that letter from her teacher She knows that her mother is going to beat her ass But there's nothing that the poor girl can do (Chorus) Can't stay out of trouble everywhere she goes No matter if she's just chillin' by herself somewhere She knows That somebody's gonna mess with her For being different than them She causes trouble again and again She attracts trouble to herself But cries when someone won't leave her be And every time she gets hurt by someone She cries and says what it all boils down to is me attracting trouble I guess it's true what they say It's always me (Verse 3) That body type of hers is way too thin Are you sure she doesn't have an eating disorder Because that's what the kids are all saying this week You'd better go ask your daughter again (Verse 4) That's what the teacher told the girl's mother on the phone And the poor girl got her ass beat when she got home That leather belt hurts like hell when being whipped But that's what happens when she starts that shit By not acting right at school Having to have the teacher call her mother Her mother believes everyone but her daughter Sometimes life can be so cruel (Repeat Chorus) (Interlude) (Spoken): I guess some people have good luck so it seems I never had that good of luck Just mean people around me who wanted to get mad at me and hit and scream Maybe I do bring this all to myself Why should I blame everyone else They didn't make me dyslexic They didn't make me the way I am I was just born with some real fucked up luck In a society where no one seemed to give a damn (Verse 5) It was always about what I had done Even if someone jumped on me I knew that the trouble had just begun Cause I know I was going to get blamed Cause no matter what, I must've done something To make that person attack me and call me names (Repeat Chorus) (Coda).
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