Shut up
Go away

I'm so sick of them deadlines
I understand why them maniacs are hitting them headlines
And even though I don't know ya
Through my lyrics I'll show ya
The sanity's over
'Cause people say I'm bugged out
See, while I'm in the field, you're in the dugout
My business, stay the fuck out
All I know is that the beat goes on and on (beat goes on)
And be the same, 'til the day I'm gone

Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, nobody owes me a thing
Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, maybe I'll go eat worms

I'm so sick of the world now
It's all those people bag on my identity
Now I'm the enemy running out the mouth again
We'll saddle up when you step into the south, my friend
You're the big one, you're the good one
I'm the bad one, that's so sad son
'Cause I'm running nowhere
You see, there's black sheep everywhere
You need to drop that guard
Man, it ain't that hard

Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, nobody owes me a thing
Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, maybe I'll go eat worms

Now what's the matter with this?
Someone's sure to find me
No exceptions for this (no exceptions)
So many time I fall through
No one has ever warned me
Life seems so meaningless
Whenever it gets your inner strength
Oh, I'm such a piece of shit
You're so perfect
Oh, you're so perfect
Oh, you're so much better than me
So much better than me
You suck

Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, maybe I'll go eat worms

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): John Everett Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers, Wesley Louden Borland, William Frederick Durst