The Conceited - Technical Difficulties Lyrics

My life's a mess and my head is pounding
under all this stress, sixteen years and counting
only three months left, I wish i could be lounging
is this another test, because i feel like shouting

maybe you should know that
I'm a train wreck
school is hectic
grades affected
so neglected
my minds open
done with moping
i'm still hoping
i'll keep coping

I feel so overpowered,
this place is so unfair.
So i'll hide in cower;
I feel like no one cares.
I know that every hour,
I'll have to stitch the tears.
Social life devoured.
I'm falling hard down stairs.