Somebody´s screaming
looking at the ceilling
everything´s so funny
I don´t have the 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?
Well 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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