tired
i grow weary of this world
this world of falseness
everything i know is a lie
i am not myself
i am this morph of what people want me to be
i am tired of it
i am tired of the words
the lack of action
sounding like i have such convictions
when the truth is i am little less than a convict
i saw an old friend last night
a girl i hadnt seen in at least 2 years
but i've known for almost 10
someone i've known this long, and yet we dont know each other at all
except to know that we're both full of shit
shes a vegetarian who does more coke than anyone i know
and i'm a writer that doesnt write
as my grandfather would say
we both about as useless as tits on a bull
and yet the beat goes on
i'll go on working at this same shit job
waxing poetic on how i'm bound to change the world
describing myself by these useless epithets
when truth is i am what i am
and no one can change me but me
and the place is here, the time is now
not for her, or him...... but this time for me
this world of falseness
everything i know is a lie
i am not myself
i am this morph of what people want me to be
i am tired of it
i am tired of the words
the lack of action
sounding like i have such convictions
when the truth is i am little less than a convict
i saw an old friend last night
a girl i hadnt seen in at least 2 years
but i've known for almost 10
someone i've known this long, and yet we dont know each other at all
except to know that we're both full of shit
shes a vegetarian who does more coke than anyone i know
and i'm a writer that doesnt write
as my grandfather would say
we both about as useless as tits on a bull
and yet the beat goes on
i'll go on working at this same shit job
waxing poetic on how i'm bound to change the world
describing myself by these useless epithets
when truth is i am what i am
and no one can change me but me
and the place is here, the time is now
not for her, or him...... but this time for me