You get so mad and tell me I'm a bore cuz
I don't wanna hang around your stupid crowd no more
I think I'd rather stare at my f**ing wall all night
Then go out with a bunch of jerks that act so f**ing loud
I don't wanna be like you cuz I don't wanna die
I decided long ago that's some sh** I'll never try
I got better things to do than to blow my cash on that
I don't want to waste my mind, wreck my body
And turn my back. I know I'm a dying breed so do
I need to ask why all the f**ing straight edgers are now a bunch of drunks? Just last year they markered up their hands but now all they say is, "Oh I don't give a f**."
So what if I'm a straight, is that so hard to accept?
At least I'm not like you and have nothing left
I'm going someplace in this world and it's not a f**ing grave and you just laugh at me. At least I'm not a drugged up slave