Tell me things you only think you feel
when i can tell the emotions aren't real
it's all just a big fucking act
try to be all that you lack
don't pile the problems that are fake
face reality, you've got nothing at stake
making up problems, trying to be like us
i've got problems, but do i make a fuss?
you just gotta fit in with the crowd
by complaining all day and being loud
you have no idea the problems we face
you're at the wrong fucking place
and i really wonder why you want to be mad
you've had more happiness than we've ever had
if you want my problems, you can have them
they're ready for you just tell me when
piles and piles
i just don't know what to do
maybe i'll take 'em all out on you
then you'll have a real problem
coming your way
finding out you didn't want them anyway
you just gotta fit in with the crowd
by complaining all day and being loud
you have no idea the problems we face
you're at the wrong fucking place
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