One, two, three
Somebody's screaming
Looking at the ceiling, oh
Everything's so funny
I don't have any money, oh
People don't even know me
But they know how to show me, oh
Why can't you be nicer to me?
My pride is dying
I think I'm all done lying, oh
Nobody's sharing
So I stop caring, oh
All alone and walking
Nobody's talking, oh, hey
Why can't you be nicer to me?
Well the wind is blowing
Where am I going, oh?
Off a bridge and falling
Nobody's calling, oh
On the ground and laying
Nobody's praying, oh
Why can't you be nicer to me?

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