I have a huge-ass zit, makes me feel like shit,
It's right there on my face.
My popularity in the school, for not looking cool,
Has hit the lowest available place.
I now want to die, I will not want to lie,
The girl I like doesn't wanna talk.
In fact she sent a text, to a rapist out of state,
That she wanted him to stalk.
I don't know, I'm feeling very low,
People are fucking with my mind.
Between a rock and hard place, zit on my face,
I belong to the least sought after kind.
