Failure

Failure
Failure
You're a miserable failure
Nobody wants you around
You should bury your head in the ground
You should probably lodge
In a gas-filled garage
And expire with nary a sound

Failure
Failure
You're such a miserable failure
Your mother I'm sure was quite sad
Regarding the infant she had
And quickly of course
She pursued a divorce
With the man that you never called Dad

Failure
Failure
You're a miserable, horrible failure
You stare at the unringing phone
Your lips open up in a moan
You collapse in despair
For now you're aware
That you're utterly always alone