Tell me things you only think you feel

When I can tell the emotions aren't real

It's all just a big fucking act

Try to have all the things you lack

Don't pile me with problems that are fake

Face reality, you've got nothing at stake

Making up problems, trying to be like us

I got problems but do I make a fuss?

You just gotta fit in with the crowd

By complaining all day and being loud

You have no idea the problems we face

You're at the wrong fucking place

And I really wonder why you want to be mad

You've had more happiness then I ever had

If you want my problems, you can have them

They're ready for you just tell me when

Piles, and piles of them

I just don't know what to do

Maybe I'll take them all out on you

Then you'll have a real problem coming your way

Finding out you didn't want them anyway