Hey, dude, look at me
Sit back—listen to me
Is my voice developing as planned?
And do you think I'm wasting my time
Singing like I wanna do
But you hurt when listening to my song
And now I try hard to fake it
I just wanna make a sound
Im never gonna be good enough; though,
I can pretend that I'm alright
And you can't bear me


[chorus]
Cause I found my gall :
Singing like I'm severed
I'm sorry my loud squeak's offensive
Now it's just too late
My voice may just crack
I'm sorry the noise is intensive

I try not to think
I lack the brain I feel inside
Did you know I used to have an IQ?
All the days I-Did Geometry
Physics and calculus
And it feels like I can't add anymore
And now I try hard to fake it
I just wanna make a sound
I'm never gonna sing well enough though you
You can't stand another note
I sing like a goat!



[Chorus]
Career's gonna fall
(my) Talent lacks endeavor
I'm sorry—this song stinks—burn it.
This is just too lame
We can't take it back
I'm sorry—I can't sing—burn it.

Nothing's gonna change the voice I have
And nothing's gonna make it right, my friend
Please don't turn your back
I can't believe it's hard just to talk to you
My voice sucks, understand?


[Chorus]
Throw it 'cross the hall
CDs last forever
I'm sorry it won't break—burn it.
No, it's not too late
Take the CD back
I'm sorry, I can't sing—perfect.