The creators made a mistake

They’re unhappy with their purchase

20 years too late, lost out on a trade

Just a wasted egg in mum’s basket

My brain turned out all wrong

Guess I wasn’t quite ready

Give me a chemical fixer, a brain elixir

To kill of all self-hate, and the rest of me too

Ain’t not life of the party, in bed you will find me

Sleeping out the days, I kiss goodbye to the night