One, two, three

Somebody's screaming
Looking at the ceiling, oh

Everything's so funny
I don't have any money, oh

People don't even know me
But they know how to show me, oh

Why can't you be nicer to me?

My pride is dying
I think I'm all done lying, oh

Nobody's sharing
So I stop caring, oh

All alone and walking
Nobody's talking, oh, hey

Why can't you be nicer to me?

Well the wind is blowing
Where am I going, oh?

Off a bridge and falling
Nobody's calling, oh

On the ground and laying
Nobody's praying, oh

Why can't you be nicer to me?