MAD AT THE WORLD

I'm not stayin', I'm not stayin' around
I'm not stayin', I'm not stayin' around
how'd ya get get get so down
how can I pick you up
I can't even pick up myself

you're only happy when you're 
mad at the world
how can I stay mad at you

count the scars on your skin
a cry for help or a cry for attention
I'm not stayin' I'm not stayin' around
I cannot pick you up, when nothing is ever good enough

you're only happy when you're
mad at the world
how can I stay mad at you
you're only happy when you're
mad at the world
how can I stay mad

it always has to go this way
you thrive on conflict 
you live to complain
tears of a crocodile 
advertise your suicide

your half empty cup runneth over
your scarred wrists a child's fists

you're only happy when you're mad at the world
how can I stay mad at you
you're only happy when you're mad at the world
how can I stay mad at you
can I stay mad at you