I Don't Want To See You Cry
I Don't Know Why I Dont Know Why
To Be Honest, I Really Don't Give A Crap
Of Where You Are, And Where You're At
You're Like The Wood Thats On My Door
Broken, Bruised, And On The Floor
I Lied, I Told You I Wanted More,
To Be Honest, I Think You're A Whore

You Pay Me, In Day Jobs
But Guess What?
I Dont Keep Tabs,
I Can't Take, Much More Of Your Shit
Because I, Don't Want None Of It [x2]

Why Is It Whenever You're Around,
You Seem To Burn My Feelings Down
To Be Honest, I Really Dont Give A Crap
Of Where You Are, And Where Youre At,
You're Like, The Wood Thats On My Door
Broken, Bruised And On The Floor
I Lied, I Told You I Wanted More,
To Be Honest, I Think Your A Whore.