This is a song about "Why andy biersack"

And i know that your supply

I cried all night, "why! why! why!"

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

You'll think your the next eminem why?

They just wanna know "why"

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Got back to the business of why

When i'm low, she take me high

Dad criticizes me every fucking day, why?

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

Times up mind flip ...why why why...

That's the window into the sky

Like a richter; i'm andy, like a hurricane; sandy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Why, why is he tripping down?

I'm the talk of the town