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Mar 19, 2011
i can grow and change but ur going to stay the same

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 Iím nothing.
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when Iím wounded.
You, pickiní on the weaker man.

Well you can take me down,
With just one single blow.
But you donít know, what you donít know,

Someday, Iíll be living in a big old city,
And all youíre ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, Iíll be big enough so you canít hit me,
And all youíre ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides,
And your widfire lies and your humiliation
You, have pointed out my flaws again,
As if I donít already see them.
I walk with my head down,
Trying to block you out cause Iíll 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 canít lead me down that road,
You donít know, what you donít know
Someday, Iíll be, living in a big old city,
And all youíre ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, Iíll be big enough so you canít hit me,
And all youíre 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,
Nobodyís listening,
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things,
Drunk and grumbling on about how I canít 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, Iíll be, living in a big old city,
And all youíre ever gonna be is mean. Yeah,
Someday, Iíll be big enough so you canít hit me,
And all youíre ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so ?
Someday, Iíll be, living in a big old city,
And all youíre ever gonna be is mean. Yeah,
Someday, Iíll be big enough so you canít hit me,
And all youíre ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?


Posted at 02:58 pm by kattychan

 

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