and it goes on like this!
Being burnt out on wow a little bit and trying to quit smoking pot I've been working on finding other things to keep me busy....So I tried writing a bit more today...Dunno if I like it or not...the rhyming in the last dealie was the first time i ever really tried to rhyme at all, cause I used to be vehemently against it...but that's just the way it came out I guess, anyway more crap what I done wrote!
I have watched my promising future fade into hopeless past as I pushed these broken memories from my mind a blackout at a time. My fear of hope has chased it into no tomorrow. A world of promise devoid of motivation, vast potential squandered in a sea of apathy. My optimism has given way to love of failure.
We should be outraged but our shiny faces smile and our clocks go right on punching while our lives go right on sucking and your wives go right on fucking. There is nothing left of happiness but the ghost of precious moments, fleeting glimpses into forgotten childhood. Draw a noose around your neck or bite the barrel of a gun, tired old analogies hammer in just how far we all have come.
So where's our anger, what will it take? A thousand more cries of 'it's too late'? We chastise our youth and ignore the old, bitter lives growing cold, cold, cold. We only feel this way because of what we've lost, stubborn refusal to pay uncertain costs. Swallow your ego and open your heart, somewhere you're still the same person you were from the start.
I have watched my promising future fade into hopeless past as I pushed these broken memories from my mind a blackout at a time. My fear of hope has chased it into no tomorrow. A world of promise devoid of motivation, vast potential squandered in a sea of apathy. My optimism has given way to love of failure.
We should be outraged but our shiny faces smile and our clocks go right on punching while our lives go right on sucking and your wives go right on fucking. There is nothing left of happiness but the ghost of precious moments, fleeting glimpses into forgotten childhood. Draw a noose around your neck or bite the barrel of a gun, tired old analogies hammer in just how far we all have come.
So where's our anger, what will it take? A thousand more cries of 'it's too late'? We chastise our youth and ignore the old, bitter lives growing cold, cold, cold. We only feel this way because of what we've lost, stubborn refusal to pay uncertain costs. Swallow your ego and open your heart, somewhere you're still the same person you were from the start.