just don't read this
can't get my fix off a hundred one's too much
been living a dream can't remain this lush
I'll do anything to feel the fucking rush
needle's in the hay, yeah, watch the blood gush
We''re all trying to be the alpha dog on a sled race.
mush! mush! mush!
These feelings aren't anything new. I know it all, I've heard it all... before. and again. especially now... Especially NOW!! and now.
I refuse praise. You can save your criticism too. Anything that can be vocalized will fall short compared to my own judgment.
It's getting a little old. I'm over it. The colors are starting the fade; it's out of style anyway... As if it ever were in.
Coping? oh yeah... Why learn coping skills when they have them for sale. I got the BE$T money can buy!
I'm like a fucking superhero. A chameleon. Shape Shifting - I can mutate into someone... better, or anyone, in my case. The Power to Self Destruct. My specialty lies in 'The Disappearing Act'. Unfortunately, it's fairly short lived. Using my powers so frequently becomes quite draining - physically, emotionally... isn't there supposed to be another category? Oh well.
Like with all good Superheros, I have a Supervillian; a bad guy. The antagonist... an Enemy
We've been at war since day 1. He grows stronger as I get weaker. He isolates me and pushes anyone or anything good away, and out of my life....so he can have me all to him self. He's very selfish.
I'll admit, his powers are more complex. I thought I was able to comprehend the mechanics, but in this case, even knowledge and understanding are useless. Powerless. I'm too passive with him. I avoid confrontation, I even let him win a few times in the beginning. That gave him just the confidence he needed. and for me, I now barely stand a chance...
He turned my coping skills to pills and sleep.
Dosed me with kriptonite, overnight.
It's new age shit though. not the same stuff Clark Kent was dealing with.
Now I need it.
It's killing me, yet it's the only thing keeping me alive
One Day At A Time. until you're dead
been living a dream can't remain this lush
I'll do anything to feel the fucking rush
needle's in the hay, yeah, watch the blood gush
We''re all trying to be the alpha dog on a sled race.
mush! mush! mush!
These feelings aren't anything new. I know it all, I've heard it all... before. and again. especially now... Especially NOW!! and now.
I refuse praise. You can save your criticism too. Anything that can be vocalized will fall short compared to my own judgment.
It's getting a little old. I'm over it. The colors are starting the fade; it's out of style anyway... As if it ever were in.
Coping? oh yeah... Why learn coping skills when they have them for sale. I got the BE$T money can buy!
I'm like a fucking superhero. A chameleon. Shape Shifting - I can mutate into someone... better, or anyone, in my case. The Power to Self Destruct. My specialty lies in 'The Disappearing Act'. Unfortunately, it's fairly short lived. Using my powers so frequently becomes quite draining - physically, emotionally... isn't there supposed to be another category? Oh well.
Like with all good Superheros, I have a Supervillian; a bad guy. The antagonist... an Enemy
We've been at war since day 1. He grows stronger as I get weaker. He isolates me and pushes anyone or anything good away, and out of my life....so he can have me all to him self. He's very selfish.
I'll admit, his powers are more complex. I thought I was able to comprehend the mechanics, but in this case, even knowledge and understanding are useless. Powerless. I'm too passive with him. I avoid confrontation, I even let him win a few times in the beginning. That gave him just the confidence he needed. and for me, I now barely stand a chance...
He turned my coping skills to pills and sleep.
Dosed me with kriptonite, overnight.
It's new age shit though. not the same stuff Clark Kent was dealing with.
Now I need it.
It's killing me, yet it's the only thing keeping me alive
One Day At A Time. until you're dead