How am I supposed to think
In a house when my family is always crying?
Nothing worse then just getting by
The draught of debt it leaves us dry
Please know weʼre doing our very best
I've been dragging us through the rest
But its still not good enough for you
You left me here now I feel like,
Iʼm the only one without room to breathe
One day it will make sense
But right now Its hard to see
What's left of myself no truth in your memory
I need this time to make you see
This lifeʼs not what it seems to be
You talk behind closed doors
About everything youʼre going through
How the hell was I supposed to know
What the f*ck is wrong with you?
What the f*ck is wrong with you?
You think you know uncomfortable?
I could write you 100 books
Facedown on the hard wood floor
It's an image that still comes back for more
With my bare hands i brought us nothing at all
I tried so hard to be the one not to call
You left me here now i feel like,
Iʼm the only one without room to breathe
One day it will make sense
But right now Its hard to see whats left of myself
No truth in your memory
I need this time to make you see
This lifeʼs not what it seems to be
How the hell was I supposed to know
What the f*ck is wrong with you?