It's been a while

[ohyoufuckingsuk]

And while I have worlds to unload,
I can't open my mouth
I can cry
But I can't say anything.

I used to think Elliott Smith was so brave,
throwing himself off a cliff
stabbing himself in the heart.
Iron determination.

I can vividly see all the bad things happening to me
I can see the knives, the pills, the plastic bag
Then I came upon a realization
Something to the temple.

Veggie or flower
Dead or alive
It doesn't really matter anymore.
I'm not enough.

Gods damn me.

"Meesa, why can't you be happy?"

That's a good question.
You fucking tell me.