You're one of those who thinks you know everything,
Say I'll amount to nothing,
At my very best.
To useless to be anything
Just another waste of space.
Look over my shoulder,
Just to see what I'm writing.
Make sure it's appropriate,
Nothing obscene.
Make sure I'm not cheating,
Like you think I am.
Always picking on me,
Say you can't trust me,
In a room all by myself.
Might do something wrong,
Might make a mess.

There once was a day,
When there was such a thing as freedom of speech,
Not no more it seems.
You say you've got to speak for me,
So I don't say anything to embarrass you.
Do you honestly think I would waste my time?
I've got better things to do.

In ten years time,
Where do you think I will be?
Living out bush,
With a shack over my head?
Oh just wait,
And I'll show you.
I'll be traveling the world,
I'll see all it has to offer.
You'll pick up a magazine one day,
And you'll see my face.
I'll tell everyone,
Just what I think of you.

You can say what you like now,
But in ten years time,
I can bet you will regret it.
Wish you never said it.

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