Do you know me, or even see,

that my aggrivations,

get the best of me.

And i'm tired of your side,

which should be so easy,

And when [bad word] to pass, my dear,

will you get me out of here.

I wish you knew me, enough to care,

that my fustrations,

can go nowhere.

And i'm tired of your side,

which should be so easy,

And when [bad word] to pass, my dear,

will you get me out of here.