You, with your words like knives, and swords and weapons that you use against me, You, have knocked off my feet again, got me feeling like a nothing, You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I'm wounded, You, picking on the weaker man.
Well you can take me down with just one single blow, But you don't know what you don't know.
Someday, I'll be living in a big old city, And all you're ever gonna be is mean. Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me, And all you're ever gonna be is mean. Why you gotta be so mean?
You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation, You, have pointed out my flaws again, as if I don't already see them, I walk with my head down trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you, I just wanna feel okay again.
I bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold, But the cycle ends right now 'cause you can't lead me down that road. And you don't know what you don't know
Someday, I'll be living in a big old city, And all you're ever gonna be is mean. Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me, And all you're ever gonna be is mean. Why you gotta be so mean?
I can see you years from now in a bar Talking over a football game, with the same big loud opinion But nobody's listening, Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things,
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing, All you are is mean, And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life. And mean, and mean, and mean.
Yeah, someday, I'll be living in a big old city, And all you're ever gonna be is mean...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
