Got a problem with cryin
Told myself I was dying
Why are we always fighting
You don't wanna be like this
So you tell 'em that you hate me
And you don't wanna save me
They're looking me crazy
And now I think changing
For the better or worse
Told me that it's not me there's just none in my purse
Maybe you could listen now
With a different looking bank account
Don't know why I keep trying
She can tell that I'm lying
Got no problem with crying
Everytime that we're fighting I'm
Too broke now
Close my mouth
She don't wanna talk unless we're talking amounts
Funds run out
She's filled with doubt
I don't wanna lose her but I'm doing it now
Promise that it's not what this about
Talk about the other things you found
Voices in your head are just too loud
Screaming saying you gotta get out
So you tell 'em that you hate me
And you don't wanna save me
They're looking me crazy
And now I think changing
For the better or worse
Told me that it's not me there's just none in my purse
Maybe you could listen now
With a different looking bank account