504 Plan - Insult To Injury Lyrics
Why am i so good at bein a fool,why is it so hard for me to realize it,i try to remember the good things i say,its hard to, its hard,its hard to do,im not a poet just an idiot,tryin to make my blind way through the days,dont talk to me,when i am saddened,its hard to,its hard to do,when im alone in my roomi just think of the days that i sat sad and tired,when im alone the only thing for me is you and everything you do,im lazy and stupid,but i cant get enough of you latelyits changin each day,the reasons i be with you i just wanna be right here,why am i so damn hard just to please,can any one make any sense out of mei try remember the good things ive done,its hard to,its hard to do