just waiting for that day when i feel good
you ever get that feeling that its not suppose to be like this
happiness has been painted on my face for days
yet ive never been more frustrated with the situation at hand
want to fight it out and conquerer all the demons at hand
so i can show them and everyone that doesnt believe
i repeat those words that inspire everything:
"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."
i wish nothing more than a ruff outline that i will never receive
the problem lies in my inability to decide what is best
as my family get farther away
day by day
as i get more sick of not having any interest in anybody
i would give anything just to feel normal
and wake one day with out feeling sick to my stomach
happiness has been painted on my face for days
yet ive never been more frustrated with the situation at hand
want to fight it out and conquerer all the demons at hand
so i can show them and everyone that doesnt believe
i repeat those words that inspire everything:
"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."
i wish nothing more than a ruff outline that i will never receive
the problem lies in my inability to decide what is best
as my family get farther away
day by day
as i get more sick of not having any interest in anybody
i would give anything just to feel normal
and wake one day with out feeling sick to my stomach