I don't want to be part of the problem I try so hard to get roughed up Fists on up, it looks that easy It looks that way to me It looks that way to you But then there's you telling me I can Then there's you screaming say something I want the ocean right now I want the ocean right now I get so jealous that I can't even work There I am in the morning I don't like what I see I don't know how it's become such a problem Keep you up all night if I try to remain calm How can they ask why I feel so angry Do you see my problem if I never explain it But then there's you asking me how long Say something, it's taken me so long