theres the rub...
so tell me...what is it exactly that you want from us? you want success and you want productivity, and the best part of all of it is that you want something that you can created yourself.
goddamn, i just dont get it anymore.
its your fucking fault we turned out the way we did, you insolent son of a bitch.
its your fault that we dont care, and that everytime you try to talk to us we just walk away and pretend like you dont exist. you want results you say? well, pick up the newspaper and read the scores in the sports section. i mean, jesus christ, come on...what the fuck do you expect?
does it surprise you that three or four of maybe five or six sheets to the wind right now, trying to get this through your thick skull? that the only way i can cure myself is through self medication, because its you that hurt me in the first place? you act so surprised that my comfort comes from a bottle and yours comes from egyptian cotton sheets, and you cant understand why we arent on the same page...the only thing i can do is laugh and hope you dont see me sneak out for another cigarette break during the shift tonight.
fucking assholes.
you know what? you can have it, really i dont care to be any part of it. not so much, no thanks, ill pass. its a joke anyway. haha. laugh it up...hahahahahahah.
ive seen beauty, ive watched the sun rise over the ocean, and ive seen the leaves turn colors, reds, oranges, yellows, in the fall. ive held hands with someone i love, and ive cried when that person walked away. ive thrown punches and ive been punched. ive bled for things ive believed in, and ive given up on the same things years later. ive laughed and loved and lived, ive held my family in times of need, and ive rejoiced in times of, well, in times of joy.
and you know what?
i just dont care anymore.
theres nothing you can say, nothing you can do...i cant believe you didnt see this coming.
good luck with your life, though im sure you wont need it...luck is always on your side i suppose.
luck for me? well, not something i really give much thought too. luck was that girl that would look my way. luck was the team i always got cut from. luck was the meeting i was a few minutes late too, and luck was the last thing ive ever found of any use to me.
so yeah...ill pass. dont worry about me...im still going forward.
you dont have to understand...i sure dont expect you to.
goddamn, i just dont get it anymore.
its your fucking fault we turned out the way we did, you insolent son of a bitch.
its your fault that we dont care, and that everytime you try to talk to us we just walk away and pretend like you dont exist. you want results you say? well, pick up the newspaper and read the scores in the sports section. i mean, jesus christ, come on...what the fuck do you expect?
does it surprise you that three or four of maybe five or six sheets to the wind right now, trying to get this through your thick skull? that the only way i can cure myself is through self medication, because its you that hurt me in the first place? you act so surprised that my comfort comes from a bottle and yours comes from egyptian cotton sheets, and you cant understand why we arent on the same page...the only thing i can do is laugh and hope you dont see me sneak out for another cigarette break during the shift tonight.
fucking assholes.
you know what? you can have it, really i dont care to be any part of it. not so much, no thanks, ill pass. its a joke anyway. haha. laugh it up...hahahahahahah.
ive seen beauty, ive watched the sun rise over the ocean, and ive seen the leaves turn colors, reds, oranges, yellows, in the fall. ive held hands with someone i love, and ive cried when that person walked away. ive thrown punches and ive been punched. ive bled for things ive believed in, and ive given up on the same things years later. ive laughed and loved and lived, ive held my family in times of need, and ive rejoiced in times of, well, in times of joy.
and you know what?
i just dont care anymore.
theres nothing you can say, nothing you can do...i cant believe you didnt see this coming.
good luck with your life, though im sure you wont need it...luck is always on your side i suppose.
luck for me? well, not something i really give much thought too. luck was that girl that would look my way. luck was the team i always got cut from. luck was the meeting i was a few minutes late too, and luck was the last thing ive ever found of any use to me.
so yeah...ill pass. dont worry about me...im still going forward.
you dont have to understand...i sure dont expect you to.