You see the world through your cynical eyes
You're a troubled young man I can tell
You've got it all in the palm of your hand
But your hand's wet with sweat and your head needs a rest

And you're fooling yourself if you don't believe it
You're kidding yourself if you don't believe it

How can you be such an angry young man
When your future looks quite bright to me
How can there be such a sinister plan
That could hide such a lamb, such a caring young man

You're fooling yourself if you don't believe it
You're kidding yourself if you don't believe it

Get up, get back on your feet
You're the one they can't beat and you know it
Come on, let's see what you've got
Just take your best shot and don't blow it

You're fooling yourself if you don't believe it
You're killing yourself if you don't believe it

Fooling Yourself (The Angry Young Man)
Tommy Shaw, Styx

I heard this song on my way to work today and found myself sitting in the parking garage with tears streaming down my face. I think it hit a nerve, no six-inch needle required. It's still some of the best synth-pop ever and one of the few things I can recall from my high school years that doesn't make me cringe. It just makes me cry, apparently.