Do you feel like you′re not good enough?

Like you should've been someone else?

Do you feel like a Tonka truckCollecting dust on a grown ups shelf?

Do you lash out in anger?

Are you past the point of getting help?

Do you feel like an elevator

Breaking down while going up?

Well, I will always tell you that

You′re perfect just the way you are

So please don't cry

Just listen to my lyrics and know

I lied

You're a waste of life

So waste your life

If everything you touch dies

Touch yourself to your delight

You′re an astronomical waste of space

A case Sherlock Holmes would never take

You′re made the way you're meant to be

A stuck up, suck up, self assuring wanna be

Do you feel like you′re all alone?

Like you just don't belong?

I can help you if you

Put your faith in this song

Have all your relationships failed?

Do you ever feel like

You could be a two by four and

Still never get nailed?

Well I promise one day you will find

The perfect husband or wife

But if you get your self worth from bands like

Maroon Five

Then you′re a waste of life

I hope your atoms die

You think Adam Levine sings to you

But he would never settle for a girl like you

I'm paid to entertain

But I lie, cheat, and take

Advantage of your

Unrelenting selfless love

Hahaha, It took twenty three

Producers to write this song

But its totally worth it

Because we are going to use it

And all of our marketing power

To sell it to young kids

Who will believe anything

You tell them

And we will make them think

This artist loves them

And we do it all for money

I love you

Tell me how you really feel

Okay

You′re a baby that should have been dropped

If songs like this turn you on

You can fuck off

You make god miss the dinosaurs

You make me wish this song was over

But there's so much more

Your taste broke up the band

Gave Katie Perry fans

Made Kanye rant

I shit you not it made me eat bran

Your face makes Chuck Norris cry

It makes atheists ask "oh, dear god why?"

You made the giving tree take its life

You made your self portrait hang itself till it died

Your touch burned Van Gogh's art

And your love broke Cupid′s heart

You kill pregnant woman′s moods

You make homeless children want to donate rice to you

You paid for David Geffen's yacht

And you′re the reason Jesus was nailed to a cross

I said a cross...

So believe these just words

And follow every clever phrase and turn...

It into something more

Than it really is

But if you're here looking for love

And understanding from pop lyrics

Take your place in line

And know I charge a premium price to call you a waste of life

Life, life

Oh my god, I love that song