I suppose you want to know the truth I don't really know if I should tell you I can hear you all laughing about me I can hear you all talking about me
I know I've done some things that may seem strange I can't get my ideas from standing out in the rain I suppose you want to know the truth But I don't really know if I should tell you
I know sometimes my clothes are odd But what do you expect from an aging mod I used to think life was all worthwile The strongest one have a certain sense of style
But you started something and can't you see Ever since you the day you had your hooks on (hopes in) me I know I don't see things and it may seem strange Getting my ideas from the rain
And I suppose you think it's funny 'Cause every time you laugh, you laugh at me Ha ha ha ha, bloody ha ha! Bitch! And I suppose you think it's funny Jesus, I hate you so much!