They all can do it,
except me.
Why?
Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s cause
I over-think everything.
Or is it something else?

Let’s think for a minute…
Could it be because he yells at me every day?
Threatens me to be perfect in everything?
Is it cause I care too much?
Eighteen years old and the only one
who can’t figure it out.

Why didn’t I watch the QB throw the ball
right over my head and into the other player’s hands
for a 60 yrd. touchdown?
Why did I stand there like an idiot?
Didn’t matter anyways cause they
kicked our a**, AGAIN.

Why didn’t I go out with her?
Was it cause of the ol’ man or what my friends thought?
Maybe it’s because I’m too much of
a nice guy and I worry about hurting my “friends.”

It doesn’t matter anyways cause: news flash!
They. Don’t. Care.
Their manipulating words assuring me
they really are concerned, all the while
planning to control me.
As long as I’m miserable,
life’s good for ‘em.

Why do I wake up every morning and come to this place?
To walk in shame?
To see the hypocrites walk and hold hands?
To witness them living happy lives?
How come when I go and do something like that
they are right there to kick me in the balls
and tell me, “No! That’s wrong!”

If I took a leap and went for it,
I’d be the happiest guy alive.
She’s that type of girl that knows
what to do when her friend is down.
She knows if she simply smiles and opens those eyes,
her friend would be the happiest guy alive.

But she can’t do that.
Wanna know why?
Her friend can’t make
the easy decision.