Lyrics:

Brain death, blind desk, school damage, straight A's

Sixteen, on the honor roll, I wish that I was dead
Hate my Parents, I got zits and bruises round my head
Pressure's on to get good grades so I can be like them
I do my homework all the time I can't go out just then

People they ain't friends at all, they tease and suck me dry
They yell at me when I fuck up and party while I cry
I look so big on paper, I feel so very small
Wanna die and you don't care, just stride on down the hall