| When I was little, playing in the dirt |
| No one with me, there were no words that hurt |
| And all my friends, they were insects |
| But, all my feelings, I didn't know them yet |
|
| Sometimes, I still wish I wasn't born at all |
| I've always had the feeling that this feeling is my only one |
|
| Life is bigger, now the words can hurt |
| I'm talking to myself, wishing I was in the dirt |
| And all my friends, yeah, they're all rejects |
| They all love me, but they don't really know me yet |
|
| Sometimes, I still wish I wasn't born at all |
| 'Cause Mommy doesn't love me and my daddy, well, he's dead and gone |
|
| 'Cause they liked us better when we were together |
| You said, "Whatever," I was never clever |
| Sometimes, I still wish I wasn't born at all |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
|
| I can't keep it in, I can't let it out |
| And I can't stand to hear the sound |
| When I say these words out loud |
| 'Cause all they do is hurt |
| I'm talking to myself, I wish that I was in the dirt |
|
| They liked us better when we were together |
| You said, "Whatever," I was never clever |
| Sometimes, I still wish I wasn't born at all |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
|
| They liked us better when we were together |
| You said, "Whatever," I was never clever |
| Sometimes, I still wish I wasn't born at all |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
|