hope youre listening want you to hear me i got a lot to say and get off my mind you dragged my family name through the dirt i kept my mouth shut digested the hurt towards the end i heard you talking to another two months later you were calling them your lover so what makes you think that youre better better than anyone youre no angel youre no angel and no heaven would want you now did i jump too soon reaching for the ledge pull myself up to you you stomped my finger tips i called and asked you back you said it didnt matter but no one knows that cause then you wouldnt be a martyr so what makes you think that youre better better than anyone so what makes you feel youre more perfect more perfect than everyone is there any good you think about or are just all the bad times that we had stored in your memory found a photo from eight years ago that made me smile and wonder how youre doing so whats wrong with me i guess lashing out makes it easier something to sing about just makes it easier why cant i let it go no i wont let it go cause im no im no angel why would anybody want me now 1