Another Story

This is another story.

It's non-fiction, based on lies...

 

I know you're not happy, and well, neither am I.

I don't even know why I was even brought into this life.

You see the truth is, all they wanna know is what I could do for them as

if I could never notice their motions. Well, Maybe if I take this potion it will

take away the feeling of my lack of importance and restore the ability

to push back the feelings that torment.

Don't tell me what to do, maybe I never will.

Maybe I could give in to the way the world wants me to feel

And Maybe I could resort to robbing other peoples wheels

And Maybe I could drop to my knees and scream until my sanity reappears

but what would be the point this pain cuts too deep what if it never re-heals?

Maybe I could throw it all away and make it myself that I kill.

And all they say is you could never understand the pain I went through

And all I say is I don't care I just want to disappear too

Life is all about being true, but you get offended when I see none in you

You're living life like you're a fool

But what am I saying? I am too.

 

An innocent kid full of love an virtue

Could probably hurt a fly, but he'd never want to hurt you

He just wants to see you knowing that your safe too

And if you ever needed anything you know that he gotchu

And Life is full of love aye, you know that's true.

At least it loves to come straight up at you.

Driven insane by what he thought could never be

Took off his belt and tried to hang from a tree.

 

Choked unconscious as it would seem

He saw his life as he wished it would be

Family, friends, and his love he thought true so it seems

Laughing and living happily in the sunlight of his history

And while he laughed, it played. I just called to say, I put your picture away.

And then it faded, as the wood was degraded

Fell to a sharp pain of conscious hatred

Love is just a game that our generation plays with.

And I'm tired of this pain no more I can't take it!

So the next time you ask if I'm okay then,

I'm going to have to take my boots and break your face in!

I'm so sick and tired of all this trouble that I'm fucking facing!

I just want to take a gun and pop a bullet in everyone creating em!

I just want to take all the money from everyone, set it and burn it all just for fun

Watch as they create some more as if I never tarnished one

We live in this world surrounded by fear so we run

Scream I need a hero to save me but push em away when they come

 

And so the next time you see me, don't even try to think of me

Just forget I exist like you haven't already and we can go about life easily

I know it hurts a little when I start to say these things

but these are just the thoughts I keep bottled in my head daily it seems

So every day I think about what life would be, if everyone but me

Just dropped dead on the sidewalks and the streets.

Sometimes I think about them being undead,

So I can re-meet everyone I had a problem with and chop off their head.

Sometimes I think about what life would be

If everyone stopped causing problems and just made some peace.

Maybe you could open your eyes and see what exactly was the burning bush

Then maybe everyone would wear the cologne called kush