You never leave your room
Or think about your actions

I think you'll find out soon
You're going the wrong direction

I need to get this off my chest

It isn't good if you haven't guess

I must confess
You're not unique, and your
Fashion sense is
Obsolete

You walk around thinking
You're hot shit. Deep down
I think you know but you'll
Never admit

Have you seen you your reflection
You must not
Own a mirror

You haven't a made a connection
In 3 years

We're all sick and tired
It was you I admired

You've run out of chances
You're not Malcom you're Francis
You don't even watch TV anymore

But you have that smile
I suppose
You can stay for a while