There’s always something about you, always something wrong
You’re taking solos when it’s not your song
Don’t have to tell me ´bout your fever ´cause I already know
I know before we even say hello

But now it’s the real deal
No ones gonna pitty you know
 [bad word] on, just let it in-let it out

Cry baby cry, I don’t need to know why
So get out of my sight, and let me get on with my life

So what’s the story today, is it a broken nail?
Or is it just your lack of sleep again?
An ugly spot on your face
Or is it just a bad-hair-day
Or did you drain your c-c-creditcard?

It´s akways one thing or the other
Why should I even bother?!
Turn it the other way around
Get your feet back on the ground
Just let me get on with my life

Stop! Take a look in the mirror
Is it really that bad?
Or could you just let it go!
Time to be a big girl....