in the light of a harvest moon
Once again, the cycle of life has taken to a regression. Series of unfortunate events unfold one after the other like the beads of a necklace. It's tough, it really is because you never know what's going to happen. What I do know is that whatever is going on right now is rocking the very foundations of my present. I don't want to lose what I've got now, yet I still want to move beyond who and what I've become. Yet, it seems to be the idea of three steps forward two steps back. I'm losing my mind and I'm losing the people close to me. What was once a good time to be had by everyone, is now a crack team of friends who seem to trust each other less than the next guy. What the fuck is going on.
I'm feeling lonely again. I've lost touch with my closest friends and I've got nothing to show for it. I can't help my friends the way I used to, and I don't react to situations the way I would like to. I've always wished for a change in my life, but I never expected it to be this way.
Shit man. When the fuck is all this bullshit going to end. That's a rhetorical question for all you sarcastic fucks out there. When the hell will things start to get better. Hell, I don't even care if things get better, just lie to me for crissake. There isn't much more I can take of this before I hit the killswitch. No, nothing violent or sadistic; nothing retarded or corny. But I call the shots in this game, not all you pretty boy punk bitches out there who want a piece of me. You wanna see my fuckin' wallet? You wanna disrespect my friends in their own house? Do you really want to fuckin' rumble? Fuckin' assmunchin' closet fag, you aren't even close to bein half the man I am. Call me conceited and call me egotistical. It don't even matter to me cuz even then, I'll still be laughin in your face with two fingers up your mother's crusty cunt. You wanna call me lame racial slurs? Next time call me that to my face, not when your runnin away in the back of someone's car screamin' out the fuckin window. Till next time, see you 'round UMass. And if I do see you, you better have your runnin' shoes on cuz I'm comin after you.
I'm feeling lonely again. I've lost touch with my closest friends and I've got nothing to show for it. I can't help my friends the way I used to, and I don't react to situations the way I would like to. I've always wished for a change in my life, but I never expected it to be this way.
Shit man. When the fuck is all this bullshit going to end. That's a rhetorical question for all you sarcastic fucks out there. When the hell will things start to get better. Hell, I don't even care if things get better, just lie to me for crissake. There isn't much more I can take of this before I hit the killswitch. No, nothing violent or sadistic; nothing retarded or corny. But I call the shots in this game, not all you pretty boy punk bitches out there who want a piece of me. You wanna see my fuckin' wallet? You wanna disrespect my friends in their own house? Do you really want to fuckin' rumble? Fuckin' assmunchin' closet fag, you aren't even close to bein half the man I am. Call me conceited and call me egotistical. It don't even matter to me cuz even then, I'll still be laughin in your face with two fingers up your mother's crusty cunt. You wanna call me lame racial slurs? Next time call me that to my face, not when your runnin away in the back of someone's car screamin' out the fuckin window. Till next time, see you 'round UMass. And if I do see you, you better have your runnin' shoes on cuz I'm comin after you.