Cakes of anguish make my life go Way down But pushers of these blind eyesights go "Hey, man." Ego suicidal homophobic bilingual statistics making all my bowels shoot out Necromancer telling me he's this one thing, but not to be this other thing, and I'm just so goddamn confused it's killing me Just another Another morning Where I'm dead in bed And these guys They keep calling me Not like Simple Plan Where he waits For hours and Nobody calls I get phone calls But I don't answer Don't take away from the seriousness of this issue Everybody calls me so immature Don't take my words away from my constipated face Everybody calls me so immature But I'll add these things that make me seem so dead My life, it sucks.. fuck, ouch, my head My mommy tells me I can't ever do what I dream My daddy's just so annoying And these fucking teachers, they don't understand They don't want me to move up higher than where I stand And I just can't get up out of bed at 7:20 I wish it was something like 10:20 All the parents say it should be 10:20 But the school system doesn't ever listen Always asking the parents opinion And they shout: "10:20!" Nobody listens I wish they would listen 7:20 just isn't happening And I'm always told: How many people have dreams just like me? Everybody has dreams just like me. But what makes me so special? Nothing makes me special.