I sing inside jokes that aren’t funny, about my former friends and ex girlfriend, because I don’t know when to shut my mouth, and because everyone that I know is getting [bad word] up. They [bad word] to my show because I’m an [bad word] and make fun of them for what they think is cool (all of the stupid [bad word] I know I’ll never do).

I know I’m messed up, I know I miss you, Things aren’t the best right now. I hate everything, but I hate myself more, we’re all dead beat kids living dead end lives.

I’m sick of singing all about “the way everything turned out”, my mom, or my broken dad. Tell me, why am I always sad? I’m growing up all by myself, can’t pretend I’m someone else, who I am is what you get and what you see is a promise kept.   [bad word] the past, my head’s held high”? That’s a  bitter [bad word] lie.

Dear world, I’m still here. [bad word] you and all my fears. I know who I am, I know who you aren’t.