Text: Osker. Treatment 5. Numbskull.

don't look at me you idiot.
your evil eyes and your sneer don't make me feel like shit.
go back to where you belong,
where you can be amused by your empty-minded peers...
why anyone likes you.
no one will ever know.
what the fuck are you gonna do?
i hate the way you are...
you are a numbskull.
yeah, you.
and everyone knows it...
you're like a joke that every one keeps repeating.
it goes on and on and it's far past it's meaning.
i'm tired of dealing with you,
i'm tired of looking at you...