One cut, two cut, three cut, Floor
My mother runs and opens the door...

As I sit by the window and stare up at the sky
I ask myself questions like what-if and why...

I thought I love you from the bottom of my heart
I thought we'd hit it off right from the start...

Life is cruel, Life is mean
Life has things that can't be seen...

I hate you and the way you yell and scream
You never understand me & never will it seems...

I hate me for who I am, I hate you for who you are
But I am who I am and you are who you are...