Lyrics, for the soul
Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone
I'm just so fuckin' depressed I just can seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how I pry away
And I ended up in this position I'm in I starting to feel distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen
Up and tried to make an attempt to vent
But I just can't admit Or come to grips, with the fact that I may be done with rap
I need a new outlet I know some shits so hard to swallow
And I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow
But I know one fact I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow I'll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you have to walk a thousand miles
[Chorus:]
In my shoes, just to see
What it's like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh
They can all get fucked.
Just stay true to you so
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
Oh they can all get fucked. Just stay true to you
I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor
Everything is so tense and gloom
I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room
Just as soon as I walk in
It's like all eyes on me
So I try to avoid any eye contact
'cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation
Like I want that... I'm not looking for extra attention
I just want to be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom I don't need no fucking man servant
Trying to follow me around, and wipe my ass
Laugh at every single joke I crack
And half of them ain't even funny like
Ah Marshall, you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn
Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don't you all sit down
Listen to the tale I'm about to tell
Hell, we don't have to trade our shoes
And you don't have to walk no thousand miles
[Chorus]
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
Oh They can all get fucked.
Just stay true to you so
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
Oh They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so
Nobody asked for life to deal us
With these bullshit hands we're dealt
We have to take these cards ourselves
And flip them, don't expect no help
Now I could have either just
Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
But take this situation in which I'm placed in
And get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid
To wait by the door and pack his bags
Never sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
For a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in
Every single place
Every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid
Even if it meant acting stupid
Aunt Edna always told me
Keep making that face till it gets stuck like that
Meanwhile I'm just standing there
Holding my tongue up trying to talk like this
Till I stuck my tongue on the frozen stop sign poll at 8 years old
I learned my lesson and cause I wasn't trying to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story
Not just based on my description
'cause where you see it from where you're sitting
Is probably 110% different
I guess we would have to walk a mile
In each other's shoes, at least
What size you where? I wear tens
Let's see if you can fit your feet
[Chorus]
Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone... so
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through oh
Are you reaching out for me, I'm reaching out for you
so oh oh
Yea... To my babies. Stay strong.
Daddy will be home soon
And to the rest of the world, god gave you the shoes
That fit you, so put em on and wear em
And be yourself man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny,
Don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful
Depression is a fucking bitch and a half. fucking concoler won't perscribe my anything, but I gues I can't blame him, Just sucks that everyone else in the world gets fancy med's for there issues, but no, I gotta deal with shit no crutch. Waking up every day to the feeling of your chest getting ripped open, every second spent sitting on the couch is another second of my life wasted, one that I'll never get back. It hurts so bad Can't cry cant even move when it hits me, just have to stand there untill it passes. How long does it take? how long do I have to keep going through the same old shit, before I realize that so what, knowing that I'm going to die alone really isn't that bad, I just don't thikn I have whatever it is that it takes to have a happy life. Reading books and talking to shrinks really helps, but as soon as I leave his office, or close that book, theres my life right there, stareing me in the face, it's pretty bad when your owm mother vehemently disagrees with my ability to fix me life. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. I know i need to change, I want to change, hell I've already made the hardest changes, but what's the point? I'm changeing because everyone says i need to, I'll still miserable even if i lived the life everyone expected of me. Go ouy there, and try being single alone and abandoned for a few years, tell me what it does to you. for me it's made me so fucking callous, so hopeless, I mean if you spend ages 18-21 single what the fuck makes you think you're ever going to find someone who can put up with your shit. I mean it's only down hill from here and i really didn't think life could get much lower.
God damn, maybe I'll just say fuck it cna stop even trying, delete this lj, and mysepace and face book, and throw away my phone, just livce to work. wake up work coem home the end, maybe I should just do that for the rest of my life. It seems like no matter what I do I keep coming back to the same fucking problem, I don't think I deserve to be happy. after all the fucking bullshit i put shannon through, after being stupid enough to trust danielle. Danielle is one of those girls that you wish you never met. shannon is the kind of girl where her only vice is shes just too damn nice.
I almost wish i hadnt messaged you the other day, but it's one of those things where like, i could just keep playing at the hate game, or I could just say Fuck it, and see what happened,
this entry is such bullshit.
I just want to fucking be happy, FUCK, hell even if it's just for a minute. is that so fucking much to ask? Hmm god? why is it that all these other fuckers get EVERYTHYING they eer possibly dreamed of. and all i get is stuck reliving nightmares ever day.
Zen says that everything that happens is 100% nessicary to the developement of a persons character. What the fuck am I supposed to be learning from this?
that the world is a dark and hateful place? that friends will backstab you and that there really isn't anyone out there who gives a fuck? Am I supposed to be learning how no one trusts anyone further then they can kick them? that cou can't rely on anyone else because they're just waiting for a chance to fuck you over.
What kind of life is that, what am i ment to be that requires going through so much pain?
See a year ago i would just have smoked some weed when this feeling started coming over me this morning.. but now i don't have my crutch anymore, No one told me that emotions get 47356734 times stronger after you get all the pot out of your system. It's like fuck it's been a year, and nothing is really getting any better, yeah I have my good days, and then io have days like this where I just feel like falling apart. Something's gotta give, Where the fuck is this luck of the irish?
Fuck this emo bullshit, I am so fucking better then this, God damnit
What the FUCK is wrong with me?
Where they can be alone
I'm just so fuckin' depressed I just can seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how I pry away
And I ended up in this position I'm in I starting to feel distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen
Up and tried to make an attempt to vent
But I just can't admit Or come to grips, with the fact that I may be done with rap
I need a new outlet I know some shits so hard to swallow
And I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow
But I know one fact I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow I'll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you have to walk a thousand miles
[Chorus:]
In my shoes, just to see
What it's like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh
They can all get fucked.
Just stay true to you so
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
Oh they can all get fucked. Just stay true to you
I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor
Everything is so tense and gloom
I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room
Just as soon as I walk in
It's like all eyes on me
So I try to avoid any eye contact
'cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation
Like I want that... I'm not looking for extra attention
I just want to be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom I don't need no fucking man servant
Trying to follow me around, and wipe my ass
Laugh at every single joke I crack
And half of them ain't even funny like
Ah Marshall, you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn
Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don't you all sit down
Listen to the tale I'm about to tell
Hell, we don't have to trade our shoes
And you don't have to walk no thousand miles
[Chorus]
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
Oh They can all get fucked.
Just stay true to you so
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
Oh They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so
Nobody asked for life to deal us
With these bullshit hands we're dealt
We have to take these cards ourselves
And flip them, don't expect no help
Now I could have either just
Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
But take this situation in which I'm placed in
And get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid
To wait by the door and pack his bags
Never sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
For a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in
Every single place
Every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid
Even if it meant acting stupid
Aunt Edna always told me
Keep making that face till it gets stuck like that
Meanwhile I'm just standing there
Holding my tongue up trying to talk like this
Till I stuck my tongue on the frozen stop sign poll at 8 years old
I learned my lesson and cause I wasn't trying to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story
Not just based on my description
'cause where you see it from where you're sitting
Is probably 110% different
I guess we would have to walk a mile
In each other's shoes, at least
What size you where? I wear tens
Let's see if you can fit your feet
[Chorus]
Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone... so
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through oh
Are you reaching out for me, I'm reaching out for you
so oh oh
Yea... To my babies. Stay strong.
Daddy will be home soon
And to the rest of the world, god gave you the shoes
That fit you, so put em on and wear em
And be yourself man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny,
Don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful
Depression is a fucking bitch and a half. fucking concoler won't perscribe my anything, but I gues I can't blame him, Just sucks that everyone else in the world gets fancy med's for there issues, but no, I gotta deal with shit no crutch. Waking up every day to the feeling of your chest getting ripped open, every second spent sitting on the couch is another second of my life wasted, one that I'll never get back. It hurts so bad Can't cry cant even move when it hits me, just have to stand there untill it passes. How long does it take? how long do I have to keep going through the same old shit, before I realize that so what, knowing that I'm going to die alone really isn't that bad, I just don't thikn I have whatever it is that it takes to have a happy life. Reading books and talking to shrinks really helps, but as soon as I leave his office, or close that book, theres my life right there, stareing me in the face, it's pretty bad when your owm mother vehemently disagrees with my ability to fix me life. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. I know i need to change, I want to change, hell I've already made the hardest changes, but what's the point? I'm changeing because everyone says i need to, I'll still miserable even if i lived the life everyone expected of me. Go ouy there, and try being single alone and abandoned for a few years, tell me what it does to you. for me it's made me so fucking callous, so hopeless, I mean if you spend ages 18-21 single what the fuck makes you think you're ever going to find someone who can put up with your shit. I mean it's only down hill from here and i really didn't think life could get much lower.
God damn, maybe I'll just say fuck it cna stop even trying, delete this lj, and mysepace and face book, and throw away my phone, just livce to work. wake up work coem home the end, maybe I should just do that for the rest of my life. It seems like no matter what I do I keep coming back to the same fucking problem, I don't think I deserve to be happy. after all the fucking bullshit i put shannon through, after being stupid enough to trust danielle. Danielle is one of those girls that you wish you never met. shannon is the kind of girl where her only vice is shes just too damn nice.
I almost wish i hadnt messaged you the other day, but it's one of those things where like, i could just keep playing at the hate game, or I could just say Fuck it, and see what happened,
this entry is such bullshit.
I just want to fucking be happy, FUCK, hell even if it's just for a minute. is that so fucking much to ask? Hmm god? why is it that all these other fuckers get EVERYTHYING they eer possibly dreamed of. and all i get is stuck reliving nightmares ever day.
Zen says that everything that happens is 100% nessicary to the developement of a persons character. What the fuck am I supposed to be learning from this?
that the world is a dark and hateful place? that friends will backstab you and that there really isn't anyone out there who gives a fuck? Am I supposed to be learning how no one trusts anyone further then they can kick them? that cou can't rely on anyone else because they're just waiting for a chance to fuck you over.
What kind of life is that, what am i ment to be that requires going through so much pain?
See a year ago i would just have smoked some weed when this feeling started coming over me this morning.. but now i don't have my crutch anymore, No one told me that emotions get 47356734 times stronger after you get all the pot out of your system. It's like fuck it's been a year, and nothing is really getting any better, yeah I have my good days, and then io have days like this where I just feel like falling apart. Something's gotta give, Where the fuck is this luck of the irish?
Fuck this emo bullshit, I am so fucking better then this, God damnit
What the FUCK is wrong with me?