Problematic Child
Some people say

That life's a sitch

You know what I say

Life's a bitch

Once a person asked me

Would it be better to be dead?

And I'll tell you right now

That this is what I said

How the fuck

Am I supposed to know?

That's like asking

Could you drown in frozen snow?

You could conclude

That I may be quite rude

That I may have some issues

That you may solve with your tissues
I'll tell you right here

As I have before

If you fucking sympathize for me

I'll have you down on the floor

I won't stop

Till you start coughing up blood

Then I'll drag you outside

Through the thick mud

So beware

Leave me alone

All of you that are out there

Stay tucked away

In your nice little home

I'm a problematic child

So what

Do you truly believe

That I really give a fuck