| There's an empty place inside that is hurting me | |
| A place that keeps my heart out on it's own | |
| A disconnected function of my wretchedness | |
| That keeps me so hard pressed | |
| It's a place where words are spoken you | |
| Will never hear | |
| A broken bridge of lines that just won't come | |
| An empty lung that won't give the wind | |
| To speak at me | |
| How far can it be from home | |
| Why you gotta be so mean to me | |
| Why you gotta drag me down just to make me see | |
| You know i don't listen good and i'm always in need | |
| So why you gotta be so mean to me | |
| Do you think that it got up and left | |
| For good this time | |
| A crowd of faceless strangers moving on | |
| A feeling that you left it all behind you now | |
| That it doesn't hurt somehow | |
| To know | |
| ( ( chorus ) ) | |
| So open up the book that you keep deep inside | |
| Let the pages yellow in the sun | |
| Show them that you're not afraid to let them see | |
| How far you can be from home | |
| Why you gotta be so mean to me | |
| Why you gotta drag me down just to make me see | |
| You know i don't listen good and i'm always in need | |
| So why you gotta be so fucking mean to me | |
| Why you gotta be why you gotta be | |
| Why you gotta be why you gotta be | |
| Why you gotta be why you gotta be | |
| Why you gotta be so mean to me |