I feel like it wouldn't make no difference if you were
I feel like it wouldn't make no difference if you burned

'Cause all I see are numbers of all these pregnant mothers,
They're pigs in my society
And all I feel is static, you're so over-dramatic,
You've got me singing on my knees Screaming:

Why oh why oh why oh why oh,
Why are you this way?

I feel like it wouldn't make no difference if you died
And I feel like it wouldn't make no difference to subside

'Cause all I see are colors of all these little numbers,
They're drifting right through my head
And all I see are burners and educated learners,
Burning letters when I said

Why oh why oh why oh why oh,
Why are you this way?

I feel like I'm way beyond my years