| C | Bb7 | A7 | |
| I got my feet on the | ground and I don't go to | sleep to dream |
| C | Bb7 | A7 | |
| You got your head | in the clouds and you're not at | all what you seem |
| C | Bb7 | A7 | |
| This mind, this body, and this | voice cannot be stiffled | by your deviant ways |
| C | Bb7 | A7 | |
| So don't forget what I told | you, don't come around, I got my | own hell to raise |
| VERSE2: |
| I have never been so insulted in all my life |
| I could swallow the seas to wash down all this pride |
| First you run like a fool just to be by my side |
| And now you run like a fool, but you just run to hide, I can't abide |
| TO CHORUS |
| BRIDGE: |
| Eb | D | Eb | |
| Don't make it a big | deal, don't be so | sensitive |
| Eb | D | Ab | |
| We're not playing a game | anymore; you don't have to be so defensive |
| VERSE 3: |
| Don't you plead me your case, don't bother to explain |
| Don't even show me your face, 'cuz it's a crying shame |
| Just go back to the rock from under which you came |
| Take the sorrow you gave and all the stakes you claim |
| And don't forget the blame |
| TO CHORUS |