Little fucker, turn from your brother, turn from your sister, turn from your mother
Don't cry about it
They don't know the things that you've burned, they don't see the things that you've hurt
You can't doubt it
Only now, you can't flatter
So don't take the things that I said (out of frustration) into your head unsympathetic
It's little wonder you're in the slump, you don't get the needs to your wants
Don't sigh about it
Only now, you can't flatter