Insult to Injury

Why am i so good at bein a fool,

Why is it so hard for me to realize it,

I try to remember the good things i say,

Its hard to, its hard,

Its hard to do,

Im not a poet just an idiot,

Tryin to make my blind way through the days,

Dont talk to me,when i am saddened,

Its hard to,

Its hard to do,

When im alone in my room

I just think of the days that i sat sad and tired,

When im alone the only thing for me is you and everything you do,

Im lazy and stupid,

But i cant get enough of you lately

Its changin each day,

The reasons i be with you i just wanna be right here,

Why am i so damn hard just to please,

Can any one make any sense out of me

I try remember the good things ive done,

Its hard to,

Its hard to do