I guess this is just how it is, huh?
Sitting here, bored out of my mind
Not knowing if this should even rhyme
It's just how it is I guess
Losing all your friends in the span of a week
Just to get called weak by the people you thought loved you
I guess it's how it'll always be
So why can't anyone tell me
How it is that everyone's so perfect
Is it the way they dress?
The way they talk?
They way they never have to think about what they're doing?
The way everything always seems to come to easy to them?
I guess that's just how it is though
Sitting here bored out of my mind
Wondering if maybe, just maybe
They were born with something else
Something this baby could never have had
A dad.
