Skools Out

Schools out for the day wasn't it fun? I think not i am at the other end of the gun Im tired of being the only one That sees through your glass, your ice cubes are none Im tired of the way you make me feel Im sick of the cards that you made me deal Two one eyed Jacks and the others aren't real Heres a quarter call your friend to whine and squeal I cant stand the way you walk your turf The way you think that your the center of the earth But I will not paint myself blue like you other smurfs I hate fitting in with all you grunts Even if it means that I am the dunce I loath the vent up anger towards you You could have stopped it but no you had to You had to force all the others to think You tried so hard to make me sink But Im not the titanic so finish your drink You will see that you are your own weakest link Im tired of the popular making fun of the cursed But you know what? Life changes and now its reversed So how does it feel to be one of the worst? And how does it feel that for once I am first?