Why do people look at me this way?
It\'s like they've never seen a human face.
And I don't understand why the world's like this.
It's like they've never seem somebody get pissed.
People get mad, and get sad, and get glad.
But that never helped them get what they've had their eyes on for all their life, its their passion.
To have it, to get what's theirs its not happnin'!
they wander around their whole life thinkin that they should be the ones up there singin'.
But don't give up, have hope have faith 'cause someone will find you, somewhere, someday.
You may think the whole world's out to get you.
Just ignore that thought, 'cause people don't seem to care anymore, but they'll be wishin' they did someday when they wish their life didn't turn out that way.
They'll be wishin' they were dead, in the ground, underneath the life you never had with them.
They'll regret it, they sure will.
When they're layin' in bed, gettin' the chills remembering the thing, they said to you that day when they put you out on your own way.
So as you continue one with your life, never forget that big, fat knife he stabbed you in your back before you split and they he'll be just a little bit of white trash, blown away in the wind while you find a better friend.
