Now tell me have you ever heard a more pathetic kind of man?nAll of this self-pity and lonely self-despise that I can't standnnI think it's time you two must throw away the hatchnAnd become friends, right nownFor all sake, but he's fakenI won't breaknI think it's time for my speechnnI am so tired of it allnWhy can't he be more like me?nAlways sober, kind of weaknHe's the opposite, more like a freaknYou can never get me downnnCan you believe this little ant is trying to meddle with my mindnI'm crushing like the little fly he is between these hands of minennWhy can't the two of you just throw away the hatchnAnd become friends, right nownFor all sake, but he's fakenI won't breaknNow it's time for the speechnnI am so tired of it allnWhy can't he be more like me?nEating right and running five milesnLike me would be his cup of teanOh no, always acting badnnFor all sakenBut he's fakenI won't breaknNow it's time for the speechnnI am so tired of it allnWhy can't he be more like me?nEating right and running five milesnLike me would be his cup of teanAlways sober, kind of weaknHe's the opposite, more like a freaknOh no, always acting badnSo sad