They say life is what you make it
Exciting and fun is the quo
But when you're as boring as i am
You might not get in at all
All I do is sit in my room
Blasting music, playing games and eating food
You may say that I'm a loser
But I'd say the loser is you
While you're being turned, corrupt and disturbed
By the worlds idea of "Perfect"
Im in my own little world
Content with myself
Not worrying about the things that you do
Hair, money, clothes nor good looks
I can do with what little I have
And I understand that people elsewhere
Would **** to just be where I am
So I'll sit and be happy
Not falling to greed
Just as the people become society's ******.