You Call This a Happy Meal?

Well if you bothered you might feel the same as me
But there's just no room inside your little world.
(You call this a happy meal?)
And so you criticize the differences that you can't understand,
And we're not getting anywhere.
After what I've seen
I don't believe in happy endings any more.
The suffering
Is something I will never grasp.
The means and ends are not in tact at all.
(...)
With no desire to question your pre-convictions,
No opportunity to enhance your mind,
You don't know what things you could come across and learn,
But our conversation's just a waste of time.
I can't believe
The way you shrug your shoulders like it's no big deal.
Correcting me,
As you defend your all of your selfish choices,
And your down-right refusal to learn.
(...)
After what I've seen
I don't believe in happy endings any more.
The suffering
Is something I will never grasp.
The means and ends are not in tact.
Cunt's f***ed.