For telling you goodbye
Maybe I was wrong
For tryin' to pick a fight
I know that I've got issues
But you're pretty messed up too
Either way I found out I'm nothing without you
You know sometimes how you feel used in your own home?
Or perhaps you feel like everything that is yours, is no longer yours?
And maybe a slight inkling of ppl infringing on your privacy?
You can't use your things the way you want to?
Sometimes i wish someone could think of me, and how i feel.
And y'know, it doesn't pay to be nice - or sympathetic,
Cause the things that one promises you, may not come to pass.
And you're left feeling used and abused,
Gone is your self.
What if the world had changed, would you stay the same?
What if the words were gone, would you still sing my song?
What if my pride was taken, would you snatch it back?
What if my time had went, would you spend yours?