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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