maybe, to you, i'm inferior
according to you, i'm incorrect
based upon the circumstances
i'm sure i have a say in this
but, next to you, i could be wrong
i'm trying to spit out 
the nearest solution
but all there is is anger
and that's too much for you to handle
yeah, what you've said is i'm weak
in your eyes, i suppose i'm ugly
at least, first hand, 
that's what i've heard
and i want to ignore you
but ignorance is bliss
this life has nothing happy left in it
yeah, i guess i should thank you for that
i could be making a deal out of nothing
but nothing's a lot to get worked up over