Everything I do is a problem to you.
Even the air I breathe... should I just drown?
My bad, I was happy— now I'm the clown.
My ideas are stupid, you shut them down.
I try to impress you, but I turn out to be a fool.
Why should I waste my time, you make me feel dumber than a barstool.
It's a constant game of trying to appease you.
But in the end all I do is displease you.
