Never was the cream of the crop Left alone as my brains did stop As soon as the grades weren't working out The disappointment was what I was all about Never made you happy the way I was Always needed proof of intelligence, just because Well now that I've lashed out at you You'll get the fuck off my case before I kill you I can't help the fact I'm a failure at stuff But you don't have to treat me so rough School is everything to society Well I say fuck the everyday Disappointing isn't it? I'm not the ideal son Fuck yourself And your stupid school shit Never made you happy the way I was Always needed proof of intelligence, just because Well now that I've lashed out at you You'll get the fuck off my case before I kill you Gettin drunk to ease my pains But it makes me more sane Because when I'm drunk I really see How you really feel about me Never was the cream of the crop Left alone as my brains did stop As soon as the grades weren't working out The disappointment was what I was all about
Reason for writing:
This one's about Me
Birth sign: Aries
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