Owreck (March of the Vuvuzelas)

This past year I've been surrounded by
Neverending, potential siding death
But as I punch my alarm each morning
I'll continue to greet it with a smile
And as I clean these tables
I find myself less able to function
Twenty-five more days until
I leave the place that I put myself I
Twenty-five more years until
We see if I made the right decision
It got into my head
I know you hate me
That I'm fucking lame
It got into my head
I'm sorry that I don't miss
That I put you down
No matter what you say
I still think that I'm slum that I did it wrong
No matter what I do
I cannot forget this
But I'll have to try
So I just lie here and count the holes punched in my walls
And I'll keep dreaming of being happy