Whatever

what's funny about this is that i really did lose the beat in my head at the end and i didn't feel like rewriting it. and it's surprisingly catchy for such a short song.

what did i do? why do you hate me? do i know you? it's seeming that lately i can't walk down the street without someone putting me down...and frankly...

 

i'm f*****g tired of it, i can't talk this s**t. i used to swear you would regret it. now i'm f*****g sick of it. please just stop.

 

this isn't new. it's been going on for far too long. what have i done? why am i writing this song? now i'm so pissed off that i lost the beat and i can't seem to remember it. s**t. now it doesn't even rhyme. whatever. you fagets aren't worth wasting my time writing a song. whatever.