Battered, beaten, blood and tears   Whats wrong with you boy?    Boys dont cry   Ill write to you when i got my story straight   You left me waiting at the worst possible time      Your not better than this stop while your ahead   fat lips bite the concrete   Eat the asphalt and smile for your picture   Recognize that mug from last year?      I dont know if your listening, but if you dont know    then your as hepful as an eight year old kid   Ive seen more punch when i looked in the mirror   Even questions could make things more clear   than the lessons i've been taught      No ones cares for you but they'd always say   It's not your fault...