Insult to Injury Songtext

von 504 Plan

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,
Trying 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 changing each day
The reasons I wanna 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