I don't really have a life
And seems I never will
I don't want to kill anyone
It's myself I wanna kill
I don't have any purpose
Any meaning that I know
As life goes on I'm just a rose
Struggling to grow
The way I have been treated
Never has changed at all
Mistreatment and hated running through my veins
Through winter, spring, summer, and fall
I hardly ever say a word
Whenever my girlfriend calls
And not because I don't like her
Or that I don’t have the balls
I'm just that damn boring
And I wish my life were better
Santa couldn't help a case like me
No matter how many times he read this letter
