I see trees of brown, dead roses too,
I see them fade, thanks to me and you.
And I think to myself,
What a disappointing world.
I see skies of gray, and clouds of black,
The rain falls down; the lightning cracks.
And I think to myself,
What a disappointing world.
The colors of the pavement, so ugly on the ground,
are also in the hearts of the people all around.
I see them brush shoulders, saying “out of my way”
They’re really saying, “get the fuck out of my way.”
I hear little kids whine and I watch them eat
They’ll never study, but they know how to tweet.
And I think to myself
What a disappointing world.
Yes, I think to myself
What a disappointing world.
Ew.