2011 from Get Pessimistic by Mental Fatal

Empty cigarette shells,
No place that feels like mine,
Too poor to survive the week,
Spend the last ten on cheap wine.

Tried to get a job,
And my benefit got cut,
Think i'm going backwards and,
i'm thinking that i'm stuck.

I thought this would be my lucky year,
Started to come together but i'm nowhere near,
It seemed so long, it's been too short,
I slap an "F" on my end of year report.

Several girls have come and gone,
I've cared more and less,
But none of them could stick around,
With my craziness.

A few fresh scars,
Worsening anxiety,
I did so well to stop,
Now i only crave to drink.

I thought this would be my lucky year,
Started to come together but i'm nowhere near,
It seemed so long, it's been too short,
I slap an "F" on my end of year report.

Rain or shine i ruin,
Everything i do,
I know i shouldn't feel so bad,
'Cause there's worse things to go through.

I understand myself,
So much better now,
But living with myself is hard,
And i still don't know how.

I thought this would be my lucky year,
Started to come together but i'm nowhere near,
It seemed so long, it's been too short,
I slap an "F" on my end of year report.

• New Punk
• Nz Punk
• Punk
• Punk Rock
• transgender
• New Zealand