What am I s’posed to do?
Who am I s’posed to be?
There are so fricking many things
Expected out of me
I work myself to death, and then
When I walk in the door
She’s always saying I do nothing
And that she wants more
And I am just like, “Screw this.
Screw you. Just screw everything.”
I’m tired and I’m pissed
And I’m about to snap my string
She says that I don’t love her –
Yeah: that’s what she freaking said –
Who needs this crap. I’ll go be with
My damned mistress