question of the hour

because when you're being mean, you wound me so much, it's truly destructive. and so, to de-fang those words somewhat, i'll have this blaring in my ears and when i'm finally reduced to nothing...

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 A NOTHING
You, with your VOICE like NAILS
on a chalkboard
CALLING ME OUT WHEN I'M WOUNDED
You, PICKING 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

Chorus
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 wildfire 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

Chorus

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.
(about everything about me for that matter)

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!

Why you gotta be so mean?

because what you are doing is really no joking matter and it's destroying me inside. and you expect me to be okay and i don't know how you expect no scars nor short or far-reaching consequences when you inflict some...

so if you expect less scars, let me sing this while you make them.

PS

I never wanted this.

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