Bad Day

So I was thinking about ending this nicely

And wrapping it up once again

But then thought: "Why give you the satisfaction?"

"Why is it that you always get to win?"

I swear I'm going to crack

And they just keep telling me what to do

But when I can't make them, and they don't want to,

What the f--- am I supposed to do?

And no this has nothing to do with that one

The one that seemingly "got away"

She's been left behind, with my focus now clear

And I'm fine, in terms of her, at the end of the day

My problem this time is all the other shit

Not very specific I guess,

The shit that you can't avoid as much as you try

How the f--- do I get out of this mess?

I've been told to make a correction to that

And I've been told to make a modification to this

And I'd like to tell them to get a life and stop trying to fix mine

Because I don't give a shit in the meantime

And yeah, I'm mad, but none of you need worry

I have contempt for those trying to make things perfect

And they see my life as half-assed, but I'm just in a hurry

I've only got one life to live, so save your comments and don't interject

And tomorrow I'll probably calm down

Or maybe it'll just keep growing

But you can all rest easy and know this

That none of this anger will I be showing

So I'll continue on from up here

And keep passing out to sleep at night

And hopefully I'll stop waking up each morning

Questioning: "What the f--- makes you right?"