You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like a nothing
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I'm wounded
You, picking on the weaker man

Well you can take me down with just one single blow
but you don't know what you don't know

Someday I'll be living in a big ole city
And all you're ever goinna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever goinna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean

You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation...