You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that bạn use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like a nothing
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I'm wounded
You, picking on the weaker man

Well bạn can take me down with just one single blow
but bạn don't know what bạn don't know

Someday I'll be living in a big ole city
And all you're ever goinna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so bạn can't hit me
And all you're ever goinna be is mean
Why bạn gotta be so mean

You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation...