thanks for nothing

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