Your Problems

Tell me things you only think you feel
When I can tell the emotions aren't real
It's all just a big fucking act
Try to have all the things you lack
Don't pile me with problems that are fake
Face reality, you've got nothing at stake
Making up problems, trying to be like us
I got problems but do I make a fuss?

You just gotta fit in with the crowd
By complaining all day and being loud
You have no idea the problems we face
You're at the wrong fucking place

And I really wonder why you want to be mad
You've had more happiness then I ever had
If you want my problems, you can have them
They're ready for you just tell me when
Piles, and piles of them
I just don't know what to do
Maybe I'll take them all out on you
Then you'll have a real problem coming your way
Finding out you didn't want them anyway