Lying here in my bed, thinking about all you said
Wondering why I still care...
Oh whoa oh, lying here in my bed, thinking about all you said
Wondering why I still care...
(Verse #1)
Yeah I feel a little low when I drink
Yeah I bite my fingers when I'm nervous and you think I'm such a saint
But you should blame you 'cuz, I'm the one you raised
Been created by your behavior, little flower stuck in a vase
 [bad word] 
Make it official, get a whistle
You talking like you the boss of me
Where's the referee?
I'm 3 strikes off of insecurity, too young ain't ready to take out my means, that's R-I-T-E..
(Hook)
Lying here in my bed, thinking about all you said
Wondering why I still care...
Oh whoa oh, lying here in my bed, thinking about all you said
Wondering why I still care...
(Verse #2)
Yeah you say I'm lost and I should be tame
So whip out the belt and you play your little games
Yeah I give it up, but I'm no better
Resent you more everyday, it's my house [bad word] 
When you look at me that way
 [bad word] 
Make it official, get a whistle
You talking like you the boss of me
Where's the referee?
I'm 3 strikes off of insecurity, too young ain't ready to take out my means, that's R-I-T-E..
(Bridge)
I remember all the times you made me tear
And when you always tried keeping me in fear
And even though you ain't near, I hear your voice inside my head so clear
She says put on that dress, and get ready for school
It's a madhouse, my rose
She says put on that dress, and get ready for school
It's a madhouse, my rose
 [bad word] 
Make it official, get a whistle
You talking like you the boss of me
Where's the referee?
I'm 3 strikes off of insecurity, too young ain't ready to take out my means, that's R-I-T-E..