No title.

You can yell,

all day and all night,

Just to get the satisfaction,

of being right,

Even when you're not,

can I ask you why,

cause that's not what you were taught,

And you can say you're okay,

when you're really not fine

And you can lie in bed all day,

But you're really just wasting your time,

And at the end of the day,

the day's gotta end,

no matter what you say,

you've got a broken heart to mend.