And tomorrow is Monday,
and I'll still be stuck in this house,
and stuck in that school,
with all those people
who claim,
this and that,
but really just never liked me.
See no one ever likes me,

I'm just going to be used,
for one thing or another,
and that's all I'll ever be good for,
to people,
and I'll eventually get out of here,
and finally be free,
but I bet I'll marry a guy,
who's going to be,
******* degrading,
and abusive,
and still be stuck,
were I am right now.

*** nothing ever ******* changes.
No matter were you go.
So it doesn't matter where I end up.
*** in the end everyone treats me,
like the people,
they consider to be ****,
even though at one point,
or another,
they told me I mattered.

See this is why I can't care anymore.
I just can't keep caring,
about there ****,
*** it's just a game,
everytime and eventually,
there games going to **** me,

and I'll make sure,
someone puts my ashes,
on a high shelf,
so I can't let anyone,
dance on my grave,
but I'll always look,
down on them,
from my shelf.
Because nobody,
is going to completely,
**** with me.