People,
theyre a waste of time,
they make me feel like im in a constant decline,
What would make me wanna jump in a pit and get buried alive?
To get away would be quite sublime,
They wouldnt listen to the thoughts on my mind,
So why should i waste my time?
With their constant chimes,
Get with the times, they tell me.
I’ve had enough of the lies that they sell me,
My feet propel me,
Away from the bullshit,
I no longer comit,
fuck these hypocrites,
words are counterfeit,
So i walk alone on this moonlit night,
To see what was out of sight,
I should’ve brought a light,
but the weather’s alright
I wish that could sing,
or play songs on my guitar,
but i couldnt do those things,
even though i tried so hard.
I’ll never be a star,
and my dreams feel oh so far,
my lungs are covered in tar,
my feelings trapped in a jar.
I wish I that i could let them out,
stop acting like such a bitch,
I could never be happy even if i was rich,
I’d rather be gone dead in a ditch,
or burned at the steak like a witch,
my emotions constantly switch,
in which half the day I’ll feel estatic,
quite fantastic,
to something even more drastic,
My head is filled with static,
Skeletons hidden in the attic,
Tragic,
Feeling manic.
Sometimes i sit and wonder if everyone feels this way,
Sometimes I feel like im being zapped by a cosmic ray,
my thoughts in dissaray,
My teeth in decay,
a disgrace,
Feels like I’m stuck in a neverending relay race.
Adjacent hallways,
Lead me down to hell,
Lock me in that cell,
So far noone could hear me even if i yell.
I wish I had a happier story to tell.
But my dreams i had to sell.
