Imagine your shadow looking away
The feeling of losing times 10
With a kick in the head
If only I had blue eyes
I could fake it and fit in
This feeling of mistrust and misery
Drops my ambition, How far can I sink?
Is this my lucky number, my dead end film
Sacred like a lamb, but I am allergic to wool.
If only I had a BMW, I could be like them
How shallow is this scene,
How shallow are my “friends”?
If only I paid for popularity,
I could live in a frat.
This plastic world of losers
And I don’t give a shit
So unpredictable
I am leaving here
So incomprehensible
Too bad I never cared
This is not high school
But you’re all losers
Take this scene and
All of your parents money
Don’t cry to me when it runs out
Welcome to the real world.
Too bad you fail.
I am laughing now
Good luck and good riddance