What do I do To make you cry What do I do To make you feel like you should die How did I Make you meet your demise
I'm the one who has to pick up the pieces I'm the one who has to carry you around But now I'm the one who gets stomped into the ground?
I sit here Day by day Doing nothing wrong In my chair is where I stay But here's all the flashing lights and sirens Bells and whistles here and there From the ocean up to the highlands A spotlight with such a glare
And I ask myself What did I do To make you cry And does that mean That I deserve to die?