• Happiness won’t come to me; there is no point to try

    Yet I still look tall and uncorrected, I have no time to cry

    Stupid people think up stupid ideas, just to prove their intelligent

    In the end there is no help, for the brutally ignorant

    Public schools creating another fool’s ideas hopes and dreams

    Generations become more pitiful, if only god knows what it means

    Teenage queens, high class dreams, reputation they’d kill to keep

    But you only get respect, once you’re in the eternal sleep