People speak of better days
I can only a mine are on their way
But in the present I keep getting fouled
More than in my fair share why is this being allowed
Why am my always followed by this cloud
My vision hazy
Situations try to plow me
Although I continued to stand so far
How long shall my world be this bizarre?
People succeed while I fail
Others under sunshine and I am bombarded by hail
Even the air I breathe is stale
Skin pasty and pale
Can’t even catch the attention of a whale
Women mammoth in size don’t even steal a glance
All I want is my chance
A little reason to dance
A female to spend money on that will give me hell
Maybe a job that pays pretty well
A car to get from point a to b do
Is that to musch to ask for me
I don’t want the world to feel sorry
Or take pity just give me a shot to survive in this city
Quite taking your frustrations out on me
I’m not a pinata don’t treat me as such
I’m not an antique porcelain doll girls can’t touch
So I’m an asshole I don’t pretend
I know my shortcomings you mustn’t remind me again and again
But then I’m a smartass taboot
I make a good target when you want to shoot
Take my name run it through the mud
Make everyone hate me and stomp me like bug