Bettering yourself is a crime.

You say I don't feel,
But indifferent's an emotion to me, Babe.
You say I can't see,
But with the right corrective lenses my sight is just fine.
You say I ain't got no chance,
At making anything worth the time I put into it.
But, oh, what you don't grasp
Is that, with a little bit of work
I'm perfect.
Honey, completely perfect.
Ooh.

You say I should get to bed.
You're always commenting on those rings around my eyes.
But Darling, I love my circles and they'll be with me till I die.
You think I could use to apply myself more often,
But that lazy voice inside says I'll be just fine.
I'll be just fine.
I'll be just fine.

You yell that I should stop leaning against, so many walls.
You think that I should support my own weight at least.
If I don't, then what am I good for, you scream.
You scream.
I rest against the paneling and take in what you said.
It doesn't make sense.
It doesn't penetrate at all.
I'm beginning to forget that you even spoke to me today.
Oh, what did you say?