You think you know
how I feel
You think you know what's best for me
You can't even run your own life
Nor provide for your own needs.
You think you know how I feel
Yet you've never even stood in my shoes
Seen the world through my damaged eyes
Nor lived a life tainted by my blues.
You say you know how it is to be young;
You remember all the thrills and perks.
Yet if I were not your son
You'd only call me a stupid jerk.
I think I'll end all of this misery
Right here, right now
So, in closing,
I lift the gun to my brow.