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.