You may not like it, but rules are made
It does not matter, sunshine, or shade
I truly do feel bad for you
But this is what we have to do
I know you hate it, but it must be
Like trees that grow from one small seed
So don’t complain, it’s for the best
We got that thing out of your chest
I won’t laugh, I promise still
Okay I’m lying, I prolly will
But don’t be mad, it’s helping dude
If you whine now, well thats just rude
Surely now you must feel free
That thing was like half your weight, B
So like I said, this bed is made
You have to wear this big lampshade
Like they said, your scar, don’t touch
Ugh I love you, so freaking much