[Verse 1] You, you’re so god-damn hard to please You confuse and frustrate me, why must we both go through it? I said you, it isn’t so hard to see Those things that you did to me, why must you

She’s a page that’s left unwritten A memory that’s left for dead (ah-oh) A story better kept forgotten ‘Cause it burns When I think of her Yeah it burns Thinking back about the Indian