Problems of Our Own

I'm sick of you calling me late at night. Complaining about how much your life sucks. Why don't you look at the good instead of the bad? Cause we've all got problems of our own. That's why I never pick up the phone. Cause shit on shit equals more shit than I can deal with. And I got problems of my own. You think that the world revolves around you. You think that your shit don't stink. There's thousands of people dying everyday And I'm sorry you feel alone. But, we've got problems of our own And shit on shit equals more shit than I can deal with. And we've got problems of our own. Yeah. We've got problems of our own. Yeah. We've got problems of our own. Yeah. We've got problems of our own. Yeah. We've got problems of our own. It's nice to feel appreciated It's nice to feel loved It's nice to feel appreciated It's nice to feel loved