You are that person everyone knows Who ******* almost constantly About everything that ever goes Away from how you think it should be. You have it worked out in your head Who should get what and when And how much is right or wrong And exactly what kind of men Should have luck and who should Suffer a miserable fate. And which people are no good And which race is truly great.
Why do you take such joy In making folks around you cry? So much so that the best thing They hear you say is goodbye. Why do you choose hurtful way To get yourself some attention? Isnβt there something you can say, Something nice you can mention That will make people smile And not run so quickly away Then stay with you a little while; Enjoy some of the things you say?
When did all this all nastiness start? Is it something from your childhood Made you take pleasure breaking hearts Every single chance you could; And if people are having fun Makes you jump in and stop The frivolity and joyousness Like some kind of buzzkill cop. Life might change for the better If you returned the smiles you get. Youβre a big grump now, for sure Be nice and people will soon forget.