Yeah i'm pretty gay.
“My life that was meant to be hated”
To put it in a lighter sense,
I was held back but in suspense.
To say it in a more blunt fashion,
It was love that hid my passion
To sing it in a charming song,
What’s right is right and what’s wrong-I’m wrong?
To lie through my teeth to put it nice and sweet,
I have always been lackluster, flustered and entirely incomplete.
And through my own fault I have become obsolete, boring, dull-a total dead beat
And I ask, in the most sincere of ways,
How do you spend your nights? How do you spend your days?
How have I become so absorbed?
That my life, my interests, myself is vacant, and unexplored.
Putting all of me on the back burner was the best way to get burned
But after so many times, I’m the one who should have learned.
So, Now all I can do is describe it in the worst of ways,
It was my love and distracted devotion,
My attention and vision of a dream…
And to tell it dearly from my pain stricken heart,
It’s my fear of not being able to finish where I start,
And with tears streaming from my eyes brown,
It’s the fear in failing, the terror of letting love down
Unable to see it from my point of view, I will try and make it clear to you,
It was being torn between my life and life with you; and entirely too much
It was in my willingness to give up myself, to inevitably lose touch.
And if you feel that this is a complaint,
Then a complaint it is, signed, sealed dated,
This is my life that was meant to be hated.
To put it in a lighter sense,
I was held back but in suspense.
To say it in a more blunt fashion,
It was love that hid my passion
To sing it in a charming song,
What’s right is right and what’s wrong-I’m wrong?
To lie through my teeth to put it nice and sweet,
I have always been lackluster, flustered and entirely incomplete.
And through my own fault I have become obsolete, boring, dull-a total dead beat
And I ask, in the most sincere of ways,
How do you spend your nights? How do you spend your days?
How have I become so absorbed?
That my life, my interests, myself is vacant, and unexplored.
Putting all of me on the back burner was the best way to get burned
But after so many times, I’m the one who should have learned.
So, Now all I can do is describe it in the worst of ways,
It was my love and distracted devotion,
My attention and vision of a dream…
And to tell it dearly from my pain stricken heart,
It’s my fear of not being able to finish where I start,
And with tears streaming from my eyes brown,
It’s the fear in failing, the terror of letting love down
Unable to see it from my point of view, I will try and make it clear to you,
It was being torn between my life and life with you; and entirely too much
It was in my willingness to give up myself, to inevitably lose touch.
And if you feel that this is a complaint,
Then a complaint it is, signed, sealed dated,
This is my life that was meant to be hated.