I'm a little critical about life.
The ones I trusted
Where the ones to wield the knife.
I'm a little passive about friendships,
Cos they never seem to last.
I'm a little too pessimistic.
There were days
When the world was a little happier.
Now living isn't spontaneous
Like it's supposed to be.
Just a **** fight
To get to the *** of gold
And have that sip of wine.
I think I am my daddy's girl,
Remember how he asked me
Not to trust the world.
Coz sure as hell,
It's a cruel place, this one
Where the bureaucracy
Takes the throne.
Yes, I've seen better days.
But today
I happen to wake up
On the wrong side of the bed.