Go get me a Rabbi and call me a sinner
Cause when you are losing I'm still not the winner
My mom blames my father, my dad blames my mother
They get a kick out of accusing each other
My hair isn't tidy my clothes aren't in fashion
They think I'll be better denying my passion
They once saw my madness, their eyes simply melted
I guess they're ashamed of the beast they've created
Frustration builds up as you struggle to tame me
If no one's at fault, well then why do you blame me?

Go find me a priest, you may dub me a martyr
You ask why I'm laughing when life is a satire?
Don't try to decrypt me don't come near my cracked head
You'll never get through it, you'll just make me more dead
My mother asks why don't I try to be like you
Why don't I buy Levi's, why don't I wear Nikes too?
I should comb my hair more, and wear a Gap sweater
She says she's my mom, so of course she knows better
Who do I try hurting by looking so scrappy
I have all my organs, so why aren't I happy?

So dad took me swimming with my third half brother
And said I should listen, we're much like each other
I shouldn't waste money I should study some course
I shouldn't be like him, he's poor cause he's divorced
His three wives were bitches, they thought he was lazy
It might have been his fault, but they were all crazy
So I threw a fit and my New Balance sneakers
I thought of my mother I knew it would freak her
Why am I so anti, why am I like nothing
When nobody's with me, who do I hear laughing?

My mom said that I should behave and stop smoking
I told her I had different reasons for choking
I gave up on school and on paying attention
I'm lucky schools here haven't heard of detention
They spared me suspension for fear of more tension
It had great effects on my matriculation
My mom wasn't happy but still there is no doubt
This wasn't the reason for which she kicked me out
And put me in a hospital for my own good
Am I that ungrateful, is this just a bad mood?

My psych doctor tells me it's love that I'm lacking
That's why I'm tormented, that's why I'm so slacking
Maybe my parents, perhaps it was high-school
Perhaps I'm not fitting cause I'm just too old-school
My therapist thinks I'm detached from my sanity
Cause I just can't figure the rules of reality
That's why I get rage fits, for I feel forsaken
So he charges more than a whore would've taken
My parents, my doctors, all who made me want to
One day I will kill them, and then kill myself too.