• Something's always wrong,
    nothing's ever right.
    It's hard to stay strong,
    And to sleep through the night.

    I'm sick of the bitching,
    Sick of always being wrong,
    No matter how hard I'm trying.
    I'm glad that it won't last long...

    Soon I'll be leaving this place behind
    To make my own life elsewhere,
    And when I do I'll find
    That I'm better off there.

    I'll be the one to make a name.
    To prove I'm not a failure.
    I'll be the one to climb to fame
    While you're stay the same as before.

    Grinding out a mediocre living.
    Always fighting for what you want,
    But you will never be getting.
    While I'll have plenty of success to flaunt.