Won't spend another fucking second trying to figure you out
I'm so exhausted from the shit that's running out of your mouth
Building a life that you've mad as a leech
Taking credit for another's accomplishments
Why does this justify achieving the glory?
And tell me why this constitues a free fride
Worth nothing more than a dime a dozen
Sucking away and draining, all the life and blood bone dry
Making demands and making plans, to make belive you lead a useful life
Sucking away and draining, every last drop until nothing is left
Sorry to say, at the end of the day
You'll be lucky if you've got a friend
I won't buy into your games
Won't get the best of me, your life is a catastrophe
I struggle to think of what you offer us
There's nothing left do discuss and you digust us!
And you disgust us!
You won't get the best of me, your life is a catastrophe, and nothing comes for free...
A constant disappointment, another failed attempt
I'll speak what's been unspoken, it's all in your head
A constant disappointment, another failed attempt
I'll speak what's been unspoken, your soul is fucking dead!
You've made not one impact on my entire life!
So what the fuck's up?