Sombody’s screaming
looking at the celling
Everything’s so funny
I don’t have any money
People don’t even know me
but they know how to show me
Why can’t you be nicer to me?
My pride is dying
I think I’m all done lying
Nobody’s sharing
so I stop caring
All alone and walking
nobody’s talking
Why can’t you be nicer to me?
Wel the wind is blowing
where am I going
Off a bridge and falling
nobody’s calling
On the ground and laying
nobody’s praying
Why can’t you be nicer to me?
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