It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye
You say that you've lost both of yours but somehow you still cry
It's hard to drum up sympathy for someone you can't stand
I'd play that tune as soon as you would offer me your hand
But you don't
The ironies so full of cheese for your incessant whine
You tried so hard to cut ahead and now you're out of line
You rode up on your high horse but were unprepared to stop
And I still think it's funny that no one came out on top
You don't need me to tell you
I don't care about how you don't care
Now I'm young and happy and I've got nothing to prove
You're just now realizing what it's like to want to move
I'm sorry that you fell down and you sort of scratched your knee
I've said my peace so get you goddamn finger off of me
You don't need me to sing aloud
About my cares that are not there
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