Fuckin and Suckin
Of course it's raining. It's always fucking raining. I miss the sunshine. All ive been able to do is sit back and remember the better days. I have nothing to look forward to. Nothing to enjoy now. Fuck.
Part of me tonight has decided to stop playing bass for good. I fucking suck at it...just like I suck at everything else I do. There's no point in even following my dreams anymore. What band wants a bass player that sucks? Im also sick of everyone fucking lying to me and telling me im a good bass player...cause you know what? I know Im not. And if youre not even a musician...just cause i can play better than you doesn't make me not suck. The problem is...without my dreams I have nothing. No one to Love. Nothing to Love. Just me...and you know what? I suck at being me too.
Is there no balm in Gilead?
Part of me tonight has decided to stop playing bass for good. I fucking suck at it...just like I suck at everything else I do. There's no point in even following my dreams anymore. What band wants a bass player that sucks? Im also sick of everyone fucking lying to me and telling me im a good bass player...cause you know what? I know Im not. And if youre not even a musician...just cause i can play better than you doesn't make me not suck. The problem is...without my dreams I have nothing. No one to Love. Nothing to Love. Just me...and you know what? I suck at being me too.
Is there no balm in Gilead?