why am I so good at being a fool,
why is it so hard for me to realize it,
I try to remember the good things I say,
it's hard to, it's hard,
it's hard to do,
I'm not a poet just an idiot,
tryin' to make my blind way through the days,
don't talk to me, when I am saddened,
it's hard to,
it's hard to do,
when I'm alone in my room
I just think of the days that I sat sad and tired,
when I'm alone the only thing for me is you and everything you do,
I'm lazy and stupid,
but I can't get enough of you lately
it's changin' each day,
the reasons I be with you I just wanna be right here,
why am I so damn hard just to please,
can any one make any sense out of me
I try remember the good things I've done,
it's hard to,
it's hard to do
