PISS OFF, POPULARITY

I sit around Just chillin Actin cool But nobody calls No one cares They could give a shit If I were there or not At school, they talk Outside, they ignore Fuckin bastards Make me feel welcome Then show me the door Why tell them where I live? Won't visit Why tell them my number? Won't call Heartless heathens With minds of stone I just wanna chill Not sit alone on a couch That should be gone five years ago Don't mind listening to CDs alone I can sing to my heart's content But can't sing to someone That's why I want a band But who'd be in it? No one cares No one is a real friend I'm just there for amusement They say I'm funny But they avoid me Why?