12 September 2012
I'm so tired, working for any excuse to get fired. Forget what you came for, do as you're required, forget what you desired. When everything's the same, I could never be inspired.
They say what does'nt kill you makes you stronger. That's a lie, it knocks you down and makes the pain last longer.
What does'nt kill you makes you bitter. Like a small flame sucking the wind as you flitter. But you have to suck it up because they'll just love to see a quitter.
I can't answer all the questions that I'm hearing. I can't be all fearing of the future that is nearing. But I can't stand the backhanded jeering, can't express my feelings, that's why I'm always disappearing.
Take time, but time does'nt give back. She'll watch you sliding off track and hit you with a bitch slap.
Take a breath, I close my eyes and then I count to three. I'm not what I'm supposed to be, how can I rock & roll when everything you're giving me is plastic pop and rnb.
Oh god, why did you make it so strange. How can I communicate when I am always out of range. I'm spent but you can always keep the change, shiny metal coins spent to decorate this cage.
This is sick and it can make you so ill. When I see ones I trusted fix me with looks that could kill. And girls who mess with your brain for no other purpose but the thrill.
It's so strange and it only gets stranger. When we turn our backs in the face of clear and present danger.
Where fate is a scornful lady, I don't need someone to save me. I need a change now...before I go crazy.
Strange World. • Opuss № I