5/28/2005
You’re on my mind and in my brain, To kick your ass, ‘cause you’re so vein.
Can’t seem to think straight, the end is coming near. You’re always on my back and pulling out my hair.
I don’t know what to say, and I don’t know what to do, You say I got a mental son, how’d he feel if he only knew? It’s right that he needs some help, his emotions unfurled. I may be the only one to get him back to a peaceful world,
You shared what you have done, He’s being teased and not having fun.
It’s making me feel like I’m the one, The one that’s taunted, the one that’s shunned.
A bother to his classmates, a bother to his school, And a bother to anyone that he contributes to.