It`s four in the morning you knock on my door
You`re looking for sympathy I`ve got no more
Death`s overrated
You just need some rest
You make it my problem when you`re so depressed
And you say
It`s all about you and your pain
I`m so sick of hearing
About your tortured life
What are you hiding inside?
You called up and woke me
Now I`m pissed off
I`ve given you everything it`s not enough
You bring on your problems
That`s what it`s about
Just look me up when you sort
Yourself out
