Worry,
You don't know how much
You aren’t a friend to me. Oh do you?
Never could get over the fact
That you were just one inch below me.
But I know what you're up to.
It don't take a sharp witted guy to see.
That worry, worry, worry,
You are no friend to me.
Now, worry, worry, worry,
What am I supposed to be?
And worry, worry, worry
You are no friend to me.
Your time and your motives;
They plague my mind so endlessly. Forever more...
They serve no purpose to me at all,
Except to trip and watch me fall, and fall...
I try, to be who I am.
Everyone else is taken. I’ll show my hand.
Oh worry, worry, worry,
You are no friend to me.
Now worry, worry, worry,
What am I supposed to be?
Worry, worry, worry, worry,
Worry, you're no friend to me...
I know what you're up to.
I know what's going down.
And I don't like the look of this,
So try your worst to knock me down.
Oh worry, worry, worry,
What am I supposed to be?
Worry, worry, worry,
You are no friend to me.
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