Lyrics

Everyone's against you,
Everyone offends you
No one will make friends with you
But you'll get them all in the end

Everyone deflates you
You think that they all hate you
Buses will not wait for you
But you'll get them all in the end

Crybaby. Crybaby
Run home with your ball
Crybaby
You can lose them all

And it hurts like hell
And more than you can tell
I hope you do get well
But in the meantime you'll remain a crybaby

No one understands you
Your parents didnt plan you
They couldn't give you all their love
But you'll get them all in the end

None of us is perfect
You've got to have some respect
And let us do what we all want to
And we'll all get there in the end

Sure it hurts like hell
And more than you can tell
I hope you do get well
But in the meantime you'll remain a crybaby