The Pessimist
I have no goals, I have no life
Everyday with lack of strife
I'm a loser, friend's a user
I'm a begger and a chooser
Cause I'm not alright
I hat the sun, I want the rain
I'm always saying things in vain
Hypocrite, I'm full of shit
When I tell you not to quit
Cause I'm just a pain
My friends all suck
They're not like me
Preppy bastards bred now bleed
Their tagalong, I'm always wrong
Please sing me a different song
Cause I'm such a fiend
Don't lie to me
Cause I know that you hate me
But I wouldn't like me either
It's not your fault
It's all my fault