The sun is melting that ego, you better find a new place to hide it.
Do you really know who you are? Does anybody really care?
Go purchase your friends at the mall, there going on sale soon.
Meet us at the check out line so we can all laugh at you.
I'm feeling depressed and real low no popularity has taken its toll,
I know there's no way back from this.
So how could life get worse than this.
They don't know me they never even gave me a chance.
They threw my ass on the bathroom wall I'm thinking bout moving to France.
Well, the last mile is miles away and I'm on my way out of the game.
You don't know what they made me do and I'm not permitted to say.
chorus: I got no friends no friends at all people never call me and its all my fault.
I got no friends none at all.
People think its funny but I don't at all.
verse 3: They'll chase you on your way back home.
Slam the door and jump in bed don't you come out till its safe.
I guess that by then you'll be dead.
Oh why must they come after me why can't they pick on somebody else.
It's like I did something wrong, but I guess its something I missed.
In the eyes of all of them to nothing I'll ever amount, so when I hear people laughing I know who there laughing about.
Lyrics submitted by jerseybound666
"Back Home" as written by Klaus Badelt
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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