It's four in the morning you knock on my door. You're looking for sympathy, I've got no more.
Death's overrated You just need some rest You make it my problem when you're so depressed.
And you say It's all about you and your pain I'm so sick of hearing About your tortured life What are you hiding inside?
You called up and woke me Now I'm pissed off I've given you everything it's not enough
You bring on your problems That's what it's about Just look me up when you sort yourself out.
And you say It's all about you and your pain I'm so sick of hearing About your tortured life What are you hiding inside?
And you say It's all about you and your pain I'm so sick of hearing About your tortured life What are you hiding.. What are you hiding.. What are you hiding.. What are you hiding inside? What are you hiding inside? What are you hiding inside? What are you hiding inside?
