Try

I work so hard for the things I want.
Other people just get to sit back and relax.
I don’t even get what I want.
Everybody else gets it no matter what.
What’s the point in trying?
I never get to be happy.
I work hard all the time.
But it’s never worth it.
It makes me mad inside.
I end up with stuff I don’t want.
All the other guys get the girls.
They don’t even have to try.
I’m always in last place.
I never ever win at all.
Things never seem to work out.
And I still keep trying.
What’s the point in trying?
I never get to be happy.
I work hard all the time.
But it’s never worth it.
It makes me mad inside.
I end up with stuff I don’t want.
All the other guys get the girls.
They don’t even have to try.
I’m told it’ll all work out.
But what the hell do they know.
They already get what they want.
They don’t know how I feel.
What’s the point in trying?
I never get to be happy.
I work hard all the time.
But it’s never worth it.
It makes me mad inside.
I end up with stuff I don’t want.
All the other guys get the girls.
They don’t even have to try.
You just don’t know.
How hard it is to be me.
And how life is for.
For a stupid worthless piece of shit.