You're Better Than Me

What gives?
Why do you have to push me around?
Why am I the one on the ground?
I truly don't get it
Why you're better than me
Why you tip on the spin of a dime
Just hangin out with the girls
And you go out of your mind
Call me liar
Call me a whore
Anything at all
Just to get me in your arms
By making me feel guilty
Even though I'm not
You've put yourself on a pedestal
Above me and my thoughts

From morning til dusk
We barely part
You call me in the morning
Just to see if I'm up
You drive me to school
With the radio blasting
A heavy metal song
I don't know
We arrive at school
I think you're the sweetest thing ever
Until I see
Your twisted, hard, cold face
Glaring at my friends
Looking this way

I don't get why
You don't like them anyway
You've met them once
And told me they were
A waste of my time
That I'd be better off with you
Anytime of the day
Anytime of the week

But I'm sick of this
The cover-up
The lies and deceit
The long-sleeved shirts
That are hiding all my pain
So I mindlessly retreat
Into my own self
Shut the door
And don't look back