im sick of changing, like the wings of a dragonfly...
well, fuck. i bought a cool new MAGENTA pen today at kinkos with callie, we went out to dinner with her family, and that was fun, i played pool with her brothers, and spent mad money on the jukebox thingy...rock, yeah, eh. anyways, i had a meeting with my dad and the counselor, and oh boy. i dont know whats going to happen, i had decided to stay and try to work things out, but he decided that if i didnt follow a bunch of bogus ass new rules and behave like a good lil soldier he is gonna send me to a youth home or my mommys, so wtf. that, or if i could find a friend to stay with for the remainder of the year here, that would work, but who the fuck can i stay with??? yeah, oh well. ftw. haha, the sharpies are still on my back katie, cool eh? b4 i left detroit, katie, little myles, nikki, and leah all drew and wrote all over my back with sharpies, a lil mural, its cool, but still on there! haha, oh well. i dont know whats going on right now, but i wrote another song today in algebra, gotta love hickman! here it is - lemme know what ya think niggas...
Exit, stage left…
Is it just me, or does everyday feel like the same thing,
With only a new face, slapped on it.
I repeat the lines that ive thought up, after ive made sure that it will work,
Judging by the look in your eye, I can see,
That you’re not going to be fooled, and you
See right through, into the other side of me.
Is it weird to feel no sympathy,
When you tell me, that you’re hurting,
And that that guy was so mean to you,
Yeah, he broke your heart.
Somewhere locked inside is my sense of revenge,
And all I can think of is, that that’s what you get,
Don’t you know - that that’s exactly what, you did to me.
Going through the motions, of another day that
I can’t change, and it’s weird to see, that
Before this moment, I felt happy, with me.
Well I don’t think I want to grow up,
All I want is to live with my parents,
Get a car, and never have responsibility.
Because you know all the adults, ever do is complain,
About kids and bills, and how it’s always the same.
So to me it seems pointless, to grow up,
Into a life we hate.
Sometimes, I think, I’d rather die young,
Than die of old age. This restless spirit inside me,
Won’t let anyone guide me, I want to be on my own, but I don’t want to try. So here’s my dilemma, what can I do,
But grow up, to be just like you, with your needs,
And your wants, your complaints,
And those things that haunt you, and your every step.
I don’t want that for me, so what should I be?
Could someone give me some choices?
I’m a fake, just a kid, trying to be different,
Just so I can be the same. Who am I, to complain?
Just a kid, with a shattered heart, looking for the super-glue.
Where do I look, for something to hold on to?
I’m just a kid, who doesn’t want to grow up,
But I’ve got no fucking choice - at least, I don’t think I’m alone…
Exit, stage left…
Is it just me, or does everyday feel like the same thing,
With only a new face, slapped on it.
I repeat the lines that ive thought up, after ive made sure that it will work,
Judging by the look in your eye, I can see,
That you’re not going to be fooled, and you
See right through, into the other side of me.
Is it weird to feel no sympathy,
When you tell me, that you’re hurting,
And that that guy was so mean to you,
Yeah, he broke your heart.
Somewhere locked inside is my sense of revenge,
And all I can think of is, that that’s what you get,
Don’t you know - that that’s exactly what, you did to me.
Going through the motions, of another day that
I can’t change, and it’s weird to see, that
Before this moment, I felt happy, with me.
Well I don’t think I want to grow up,
All I want is to live with my parents,
Get a car, and never have responsibility.
Because you know all the adults, ever do is complain,
About kids and bills, and how it’s always the same.
So to me it seems pointless, to grow up,
Into a life we hate.
Sometimes, I think, I’d rather die young,
Than die of old age. This restless spirit inside me,
Won’t let anyone guide me, I want to be on my own, but I don’t want to try. So here’s my dilemma, what can I do,
But grow up, to be just like you, with your needs,
And your wants, your complaints,
And those things that haunt you, and your every step.
I don’t want that for me, so what should I be?
Could someone give me some choices?
I’m a fake, just a kid, trying to be different,
Just so I can be the same. Who am I, to complain?
Just a kid, with a shattered heart, looking for the super-glue.
Where do I look, for something to hold on to?
I’m just a kid, who doesn’t want to grow up,
But I’ve got no fucking choice - at least, I don’t think I’m alone…