Nadie

"What is your problem?"
I thought I said it.
There really isn't anything
To go back and edit
Don't twist my words on me and
Try to make me regret it.
I will stand up for myself.
You say nobody cares,
Well that's me cause it's my life and yes I care.
So call me Nobody.
Might as well be anybody.
Call me Nadie
That's got a nice ring to it,
as a matter of fact.
I even kind-of find
I sort of like where I'm at
If you think that's a wrap
You got me twisted, son.
You blew your whistle,
But the game keeps playin' on.
You may have somehow
got your hands
On the proper equipment;
But you ain't no official.
Don't that burn like the thistles
that sting your legs, as you stand under the bleachers?
Treating all the true players like fools
You think you can cheat
Use your best cheap illusions,
It doesn't matter.
You will not win.
Too weak to even play;
So head out the way you rode in.