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