Tortured Life

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?