You've had all the breaks Learning from your mom's mistakes Eating off your daddy's plate Spending all your wasted taste You can't see past your gate Once I saw you dip your toe Past the line at the end of the road But frightened you came running home
They fought it out for you Without them you'd be stuck They held your hand to walk through Don't forget you're bored And that's your only problem Times for you ain't tough Try showing them some gratitude
How do you expect me to believe the scene that you're describing
I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through Poor baby, or what did they do to you
The glass house you've created Glance out of your window But you just count the clouds Sigh and beg for sympathy
How do you expect me to believe the scene that you're describing
I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through Poor baby, oh what did they do to you
You could sit there forever Allowing things to get better Maybe I should just give up
How do you expect me to believe you I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through Poor baby, oh what did they do to you More from Dance Hall Crashers