Waiting for the Sun. |
Saying "oh well" only works for so long, 'til there is no more remedy in your favorite song, 'til there is no more light when the sun comes along, 'til you give up inside... feeling so FUCKING WRONG.... Wait, where am I now? I'm wasting my time? And why should I bow? I'm less than slime? To what should I vow? Complete this pantomime? When I cant say "ow"? Cuz now it's a crime... So, who's in this crowd? Can I share this rhyme of mine? Of course I can't, I'm tired of this... Being an ugly slit on society's wrist... Living with so many words just stuck on my lips.... Risk getting gunned down for making a fist... Having my suggestions put on an ignored list... Just laying down and being force-fed bull sh!t... FUCK!! What went wrong? What did I do? Will things be okay? Back in the hole that I knew? Back with the demons I thought I slew? Will I feel whole ever again? Can I feel alive too? Can I feel happy again? Not having someone like you..? Now I've made myself my own unwilling pawn Now I'm a broken toy that can no longer turn on Now I'm tired of the landscape that I'm drawn upon Now I just wanna lay down... I feel so FUCKING GONE Now saying "oh well" just wont work anymore It can't make these bad thoughts stay away from my door It can't shake off the bruise making my heart so sore And I can't win, just lose, my fights forevermore... It's just so FUCKING WRONG How life's a FUCKING SAD SONG Now for so FUCKING LONG I just wanna be FUCKING GONE Until the sun comes along... (With every star in the sky to bring light to my eyes to make me want to try but for now, goodbye...) |