I'm super sorry if you don't like me But it's okay with me Because at any point in life i know that i won't be that happy Well it's stupid of me, maybe To think that anything could ever turn out any differently Or at least pretty Prettier than they've been lately Don't even bother Just drops of water in the drain I would just rather do something other than complain That's how you play the game Walking home without much care Left alone, nothing to share Talk in reverse We'll make up a language They'll thank us for ages And shake off the curse I'll pour myself one final half bowl of frosted flakes