Jul 16, 2004 22:24
It’s just the same old day here, not much to say
It’s the same old routine, same shit gets in your way
Nothing new around this little fucked up town
Nothing worth a smile, nothing worth a kiss, nothing worth a frown
Its like, you know your destiny, and you know your bound dead
So we can’t just stick by the rules of living…its reality we dread
The reality of failure, the reality of destiny
But you never wanted to turn, to turn like all those other failure fucks
You never wanted to be “bad” you wanted to be rich and succesfull…
But you are stuck, it hurts, it stings, the pain is just dreadfull
And you cant escape and you CANT go away, you cry and you cry, you bleed and you pray
YOU CANT!
…Next thing you know, there is a belt…around your arm…
You are laying on the floor…imagining, smiling, not caring, flying away in the high
Its what you love, its your one thing to look forward too, the high…
It becomes your life, it becomes you…so then there you are…a junkie.
And that’s the sadness of this little fucked up town
People never have hope, never had hope only had dope and themselves
So then they die, inside, they die inside their hearts
As they get sent away further and further, as far as they can part
From that little kid they once where, swearing they wouldn’t turn to shit
Well look at them now, fucked up, fucking up their inexistent future, hidden in a pit
YOU ARE SHIT!
So fuck it all, you know? WHY NOT fuck it all!!!
Why bother breathing another breath, when you know you’ll be forgotten!
Why breath another breath, when you have nothing left, but your dirty fucking self!
So then here you are, you, and your dirty fucking self…
With anger reaching your every bone
You escaped from fiction, and faced reality but you hate it
And you cant stand it
And you hate it
You hate it
You hate
Everything
And yourself.
But then here you are…lying on the fucking floor once more, with your one light of happiness…
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…FUCKED…