Fuck You

I remember the days I used to laugh and play.

My friends were mostly girls and I got good grades.

That was a time I could look back on proudly and say "Hey, that's me"

but now the future pummels me with uncertainty.

Success I'll never grasp

A love I'll never find or notice

Maybe this is just a test

Success I'll never grasp, won't obey the status quo

Am I cynical, political or mental? I don't know.

In my head I've got all the explanations that I need

that not a motherfucker in the world would believe.

And I fail. Remarks misheard callously.

The notes we passed in class never had an effect on me.

You win. You've beat me at my own game.

But you're not gonna be there when I've won.

I'm sure I'm not as bad as I think, but I feel like I've done nothing

and now I'm at the brink of zero

And I ain't got no (great grammar there, kids)

souvenirs from the last few years that could fucking show.

that I've attained some form of success

a love I'll never find or notice

how much of this makes any sense

Sellout now or I'm never gonna win

Who needs to give a motherfucking shit about my fucking friends?

The hand on the clock reaches my end

Bop Bada Bop

It's not me.

I know that I made you see the directionless slacker I made myself out to be

Well you, win. It doesn't matter

I'm not gonna be there when you're gone

I don't need your advice and I don't need your help.

Why am I so lonely if I still have myself?

Why should I care if I don't have a chick

to take all of my ca$h and hurt me till I'm sick?

It all makes such sense, its all loud and clear

I may have had a bad week, a bad month, a bad year but the future's there

and all I've got to do is concentrate on what I want.

And if you oppose me, fuck you.