Sums It All Up For Me...

I got it bad, you don't know how bad I got it
You got it easy, you don't know when you've got it good
It's getting harder just keeping the defence together
I'm sick of my midfield even if I thought it could
Too few goals is biting through each and every nerve and fibre
My broken spirit is frozen to the core
I don't wanna be here no more….

Bent 5 points. That's it. Cheers to Rob Styles for denying me a clean sheet.

You must be joking, you don't know a thing about it
You got no problem, I'd stay right there if it were you
I got it harder, you couldn't dream how hard I got it
Stay outta my shoes if you know what's good for you
The team is minging, burning me up from the inside
The lack of points, will they ever score...
I don't wanna be here no more.....