Superficial, you shot a missile
Through my head again
Oops, I'm dead you said
Wouldn't happen anymore
I was just drunk but now
I'm bored you said
Discontented, I'm feeling cemented
In place again, here I
Stand you said
Couldn't move a single inch
If I were to flinch
It would be the, end of me
Melodramatic, I'm living in an attic
And I'm systematic
To everything I got
Only caught like once a year
Now I'm living here
Next to Britney Spears