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I'm sorry about your parents
They sound like bad people
Your daddy sounds like a jerk
I guess your mama didn't know
The gift she got when she got you

I'm sorry about your life, you had it pretty rough
Bending over backwards, never good enough
You poor thing, it must suck to be you

And I know it's not your fault
It never is, is it, is it, is it?

I, I know what it's like staying up all night nursing wounds
It takes, takes more than I have
Pick fights with the past, I always lose
Oh-oh, don't you know? That's no way to live
I, I know what it's like staying up all night nursing wounds

Hm, I get it, give me a little credit
I remember when I was that pathetic
Wear my scars on my sleeve, for all the world to see
Like look what they did to me quick
Lay on the sympathy, thick
You probably have the right to feel how you do
You were mistreated and cheated
Out of the childhood you needed
And now you'll never succeed
If you're so convinced you're defeated
If you're obsessed with your yesterday
Then you're destined to repeat it

And I know it's not your fault
It never is, is it, is it, is it?

I, I know what it's like staying up all night nursing wounds
It takes, takes more than I have
Pick fights with the past, I always lose
Oh-oh, don't you know? That's no way to live
I, I know what it's like staying up all night nursing wounds

Oo-oh, oo-oh
Oo-oh, oo-oh

I, I know what it's like staying up all night nursing wounds
It takes, takes more than I have
Pick fights with the past, I always lose
Oh-oh, don't you know? That's no way to live
I, I know what it's like staying up all night nursing wounds
Aaah