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On this toilet I sit and wait
Because of something that I ate

Was it the chocolate
or the chalky hearts
or was it the cookies
that came from Walmart

I farted on my Valentine
Oh boy, were they pissed
Too bad, it was one of those big ones
So there's no way it could've missed

In my classroom
It got worst
I was the one
that farted first

Then at lunch
I bought some beans
And oh my god
that fart was mean

When the roses were being passed out
I couldn't hold it,so I screamed and shout

And boy were they in for it, in the end
In fact, I think I started a new trend

My Valentine dumped me
They said they hate my gas
But it's not my fault
Blame it all on my a**

So here I sit on the toilet
I just got dumped, I'm broken hearted
I'm trying to s**t now
But alas..I've only farted

My confusion about this place grows stronger each and everyday
So many people do things in a sick, psychotic way
No one stops to think about the people in constant misery
They think they're lives are the worst, that truly sickens me
Nice people have become rare, only the noise of fake bliss can be found
No more dreams, just nightmares, poor people are forced to sleep on the ground
People try to find ways to ease themselves
While firing guns they got from their shelves
People cut, they say it'll ease the pain
But they dont realize it won't, in the end there's nothing they'll gain
Other tend to cry, and there's nothing wrong with that
But eventually they never stop, never face the problem, and cower away like a scaredy cat
And I find it sad, how some push their problems onto another's back
Some don't even deal with their problems, and let them pile up into a stack
But I guess this is society, and it seems to like its wicked ways
Polluted skies and dying grass, mountain tops layered with a poisonous glaze
Some people are homeless and must beg for money
And seeing as they have no shelter, they probably always have to pray for it to be bright and sunny
Some like to murder, while others like to rape
Society also likes to put you through nightmares that no one can escape
Did I mention child abusers, I mean why bother having the kid
It's suprising how they can just go on with life without regretting what they did
Everyday a heart is broken, like they say 'love is another form of suicide'
There's always a bunch of secrets, a bunch of things you have to hide
People have become so paranoid, they can't live life without a scream
Life ends so fast, it's almost as if it were nothing but a dream
Everyone searches for a purpose for living, don't they see it's right in front of their eyes
Notice how we are all dying to live, and how we live to die
So as I pass the second, the minute, the hour, the day
I watch society play out its roles, in its sick psychotic way