I feel....
I'm not too sure, but right now (as lame as this is), the lyrics to the following seem to touch me as never before:
"Everybody's talking and no one says a word
Everybody's making love and no one really cares
There's nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs.
Always something happening and nothing going on
There's always something happening cooking and nothing in the pot
They're starving back in China so finish what you got.
They're starving back in China so finish what you got.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed
strange days indeed.
Everybody's runnin' and no one makes a move
Everyone's a winner
and no one seems to lose.
There's a little yellow idol to the north of Katmandu.
Everybody's flying and no one leaves the ground
Everybody's crying and no one makes a sound.
There's a place for us in movies you just gotta stay around.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed
most peculiar
Mama.
Everybody's smoking and no one's getting high
Everybody's flying and never touch the sky
There's Ufo's over New York and I ain't too surprised.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed
most peculiar. Mama. "
I guess that's what I get for going back to maple ridge...everytime it happens, and I'm suddenly overthrown with this feeling of being utterly worthless and compeltely horrible. Maybe I've got to try harder to grow up...actually grow up, let things go, I mean seriously let things go and move on regardless of what everyone else is saying/doing. Maybe I'm just a weirdo.
Sometimes I wonder if there is anything mentally wrong with me, then I remember that there isn't, but it doesn't make me feel any better...it really doesn't.
GAH!
"Everybody's talking and no one says a word
Everybody's making love and no one really cares
There's nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs.
Always something happening and nothing going on
There's always something happening cooking and nothing in the pot
They're starving back in China so finish what you got.
They're starving back in China so finish what you got.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed
strange days indeed.
Everybody's runnin' and no one makes a move
Everyone's a winner
and no one seems to lose.
There's a little yellow idol to the north of Katmandu.
Everybody's flying and no one leaves the ground
Everybody's crying and no one makes a sound.
There's a place for us in movies you just gotta stay around.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed
most peculiar
Mama.
Everybody's smoking and no one's getting high
Everybody's flying and never touch the sky
There's Ufo's over New York and I ain't too surprised.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed
most peculiar. Mama. "
I guess that's what I get for going back to maple ridge...everytime it happens, and I'm suddenly overthrown with this feeling of being utterly worthless and compeltely horrible. Maybe I've got to try harder to grow up...actually grow up, let things go, I mean seriously let things go and move on regardless of what everyone else is saying/doing. Maybe I'm just a weirdo.
Sometimes I wonder if there is anything mentally wrong with me, then I remember that there isn't, but it doesn't make me feel any better...it really doesn't.
GAH!