Texty: P.O.D. (Payable On Death). Anything Right.

So much to say so little time for me to explain the way I feel
You only see things the way you want to see them
It makes sense to you all these things you do
You got it all figured out while everyone is confused
How do you do it?
In your mind I'm just blind
You're right all of the time
If I think for myself, I guess I'm way out of line
I'm not who you are
I'm so sorry

chorus:
I can't do anything right
You don't know me, stay out of my life
Kick me while I'm down, I want you to
I can't be like you
Don't want to be like you

No matter what I do it's never good enough
I give all that is me; still it's never enough
So, why try? I give up.
What does it feel like to be in you shoes
And walk over everyone like you do?
Tear me down again, I want you to.
You're lovely, so beautiful
You're perfect in every way.
Your interior rusted. I'm so disgusted
Can't trust it. You're busted