You can't see the forest for all the trees Are you making excuses or giving me lies? I usually get whatever I please But the pickins get slim Towards the end of the night So let's get one thing clear You're not special I'll cry my eyes out You can't do that to me I'll claw your eyes out You can't do that to me I'll change my mind You can't do that to me I'll fake deaf, dumb, and blind Till you run away