the real world called your mom, you have too many absences
Welcome to the real world, take a good look around. I know you sit there and think you know all about pain and strife and this thing called life, but from my point of view I see your askew, and not to be rude, but your life is untrue. You fantasy depresses me, youre not in reality, no clarity, not even sliver of light to shed, I think your brain dead, not a real thought left in your leaky head. You sit and judge from beneath my shoe, but how many times was I fuckin' there fo you? Did I pick you up, when you fell down, didn't I stand close when no one was around? My shoulders I lended, your secrets I befreinded, your burdens I kept, your lies I swept. So now I sit before this court of sorrow, asking one person for a shoulder to borrow. But you cant give it up just for me, because your just stuck in another reality. Lets face it, its basic, the times I had with you were wasted. You shits so sour even I can taste it. I tried to confide, but you wont recognize that my design is all a lesson, I aint messin, like a flavorable delicatessen, I'm testin' and makin', I'm quakin' and shakin' and your' flakin' left and right, but why do you always turn out the light in fright, each and every night, the come to me and expect me to give you a bite?
Fustrated to no end... to much weight on these shoulders. Who knew a man weighing in at a buck 30 could hold so much shit. I feel like atlas, on the ocean keep dripping on my back in to my ass crack. Seriously. With each passing day i cant feel real, the weight has numbed me to the core. I don't even know if I can love any more. Alls I feel is hate. Hate for the people who I want in every and any respect, and the people who wont give it. Hate for the dogs and cats, hate for the lies I'm told, and the serpents burdens I hold. Why must people have such green eyes? Why must thier stomach not size with thier eyes? At what point did I deem it ok to allow people to take emotional baggage and hand it to me? At what point did I decide morals were a good thing to have in this world? At what fucking point did I decide to live this life? AT WHAT FUKING POINT DO I GET TO CRY, to really let it all out, to let the tears wash me away and cleanse my pores? Where would I be if I did that? What would you see? Would you see a man who doesn't fail fall? What then? EVEN SUPERMAN DIED SO WHY CAN'T I? Why cant I let it all go? Why does it have to stay with me? why must my head be filled with others problems? How come no matter how much I try I cant forget the past? Why is the world filled with so much accepted evil? Where did it become ok to shit on the good guy? At what fuckin' point was it ok to self-proclaim being a good guy? Where are my uppers? Hand me the downers. I am surrounded by people who i really dont think would care if I never talked to them again because they are too wrapped up in thier own shit to even look up with an open heart, even after I've done it countless times for them. WHY CAN NO ONE ANSWER MY CALL? I'm on the phone, but I get no machine, no response, only a dial tone. No numbers come to mind...
~If I was I would say it
Fustrated to no end... to much weight on these shoulders. Who knew a man weighing in at a buck 30 could hold so much shit. I feel like atlas, on the ocean keep dripping on my back in to my ass crack. Seriously. With each passing day i cant feel real, the weight has numbed me to the core. I don't even know if I can love any more. Alls I feel is hate. Hate for the people who I want in every and any respect, and the people who wont give it. Hate for the dogs and cats, hate for the lies I'm told, and the serpents burdens I hold. Why must people have such green eyes? Why must thier stomach not size with thier eyes? At what point did I deem it ok to allow people to take emotional baggage and hand it to me? At what point did I decide morals were a good thing to have in this world? At what fucking point did I decide to live this life? AT WHAT FUKING POINT DO I GET TO CRY, to really let it all out, to let the tears wash me away and cleanse my pores? Where would I be if I did that? What would you see? Would you see a man who doesn't fail fall? What then? EVEN SUPERMAN DIED SO WHY CAN'T I? Why cant I let it all go? Why does it have to stay with me? why must my head be filled with others problems? How come no matter how much I try I cant forget the past? Why is the world filled with so much accepted evil? Where did it become ok to shit on the good guy? At what fuckin' point was it ok to self-proclaim being a good guy? Where are my uppers? Hand me the downers. I am surrounded by people who i really dont think would care if I never talked to them again because they are too wrapped up in thier own shit to even look up with an open heart, even after I've done it countless times for them. WHY CAN NO ONE ANSWER MY CALL? I'm on the phone, but I get no machine, no response, only a dial tone. No numbers come to mind...
~If I was I would say it