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 I'm nothing.
You, with your voice like nails on 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.
Someday I'll be living in a big ole 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 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 okey again.
I bet you got pushed around, sombody made you cold.
But the cycle ends right now cause you can't lead me down that road.
And you don't know what you don't know.
Someday, I'll be living in a big oly city.
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, I'll be enough so you can't hit me.
And all you're 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 nobody's listening.
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things.
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't 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 I'll be living in a big oly city.
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, I'll be enough so you can't hit me.
And all youre ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean.
Someday, I'll be living in a big oly city.
(Why you gotta be so mean)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
(Why you gotta be so mean)
Someday, I'll be enough so you can't hit me.
(Why you gotta be so mean)
And all you're ever gotta be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean.

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October 2012