o man, o man, o man, o man, o man...
That's so much fun to say. Just start walking around, go to random people, and say "o man, o man, o man, o man, o man." It doesnt accomplish anything, but it leaves the other person in wonder for a few seconds before they write you off as 'crazy'. Fun times in the hood, no doubt.
Some sick people thought it would be a funny joke if they picked me to be on the homecoming court. I'm just not cut out for it ladies and gentlemen. if anything, its shown me that i cant be what im supposed to be...if that makes any sense at all. at this point, i dont really care. i liked it when i was "just that smart kid" or "the weird kid who sits by himself and doesnt talk to anyone". apparently, thats not me anymore. apparently, everyone forgets, or didn't know, that I'm not the person you've been seeing walking around those halls this past year. I've tried to live up to the call..but somethings cant be repressed. somethings cant be undone.
somethings are because they are. whether it be a physical lack of anything, or an idea, a thought pattern, that just wont leave me, its not going to change just because someone says "you're acting childish. why don't you cut it out." to those who would say that, i say to them "fuck you." you think i enjoy being that way? you think i wake up every morning and think to myself, "i simply love ruining things! lets see what i can ruin today!" do you believe that i get a great satisfaction by sitting underneath a table while they call out my name to be recignized by everyone? do you fucking think that i love making people cry or pissing people off?!?! do you?! cuz if you do then you're a pretty fucked up person yourself and if so you don't have the right to be pissed at me for being fucked up you damn hypocrite.
im honestly and truely sorry for everything. you have no idea how much i wish it could have been different. yo have no idea of the ideas i had to make it so much fun, to live up to this "life of the party" that certain people have labeled me with. i can never get anyone to understand what its like inside this head of mine cuz they'd explode. and since none of you will quite get it, you'll just have to take my word for it. i tried kids. i really did. from the bottom of my heart did i try. i tried to change it around, to make it different from 5th grade, 6th, 7th, and 8th. you dont kno how much i psyched myself out. it didnt work. the same thing happened like in 5th, 6th, 7th, and 8th.
i tried, and i failed. for that i ask for your forgiveness, but yelling at me, being pissed at me, talking shit about me, isnt going to fucking make any of it any easier to cope with so shut the fuck up. you think by doing any of that i'll suddenly feel better and think "wow...all i needed these past 6 years was someone to yell at me and everything would become perfect!"? you dont think that maybe i already feel like shit? u dont think that i feel like curling into a ball and not come out for days? no? o well then go rite ahead...bitch at me. im sure it'll get the point across.
am i making a big deal out of it? probably. am i going on the assumption that people care? yes. at this point i believe that there are people who actually care about what happened. either way, all i ask for is for you to remove the notion that this was some huge plan of mine to be an asshole for the whole night. i ask that u dont think of me differently. i ask for you to still love me. i ask for you to forgive me. and i ask that you get off my back.
o man. o man. o man. o man. o man. o man.
Some sick people thought it would be a funny joke if they picked me to be on the homecoming court. I'm just not cut out for it ladies and gentlemen. if anything, its shown me that i cant be what im supposed to be...if that makes any sense at all. at this point, i dont really care. i liked it when i was "just that smart kid" or "the weird kid who sits by himself and doesnt talk to anyone". apparently, thats not me anymore. apparently, everyone forgets, or didn't know, that I'm not the person you've been seeing walking around those halls this past year. I've tried to live up to the call..but somethings cant be repressed. somethings cant be undone.
somethings are because they are. whether it be a physical lack of anything, or an idea, a thought pattern, that just wont leave me, its not going to change just because someone says "you're acting childish. why don't you cut it out." to those who would say that, i say to them "fuck you." you think i enjoy being that way? you think i wake up every morning and think to myself, "i simply love ruining things! lets see what i can ruin today!" do you believe that i get a great satisfaction by sitting underneath a table while they call out my name to be recignized by everyone? do you fucking think that i love making people cry or pissing people off?!?! do you?! cuz if you do then you're a pretty fucked up person yourself and if so you don't have the right to be pissed at me for being fucked up you damn hypocrite.
im honestly and truely sorry for everything. you have no idea how much i wish it could have been different. yo have no idea of the ideas i had to make it so much fun, to live up to this "life of the party" that certain people have labeled me with. i can never get anyone to understand what its like inside this head of mine cuz they'd explode. and since none of you will quite get it, you'll just have to take my word for it. i tried kids. i really did. from the bottom of my heart did i try. i tried to change it around, to make it different from 5th grade, 6th, 7th, and 8th. you dont kno how much i psyched myself out. it didnt work. the same thing happened like in 5th, 6th, 7th, and 8th.
i tried, and i failed. for that i ask for your forgiveness, but yelling at me, being pissed at me, talking shit about me, isnt going to fucking make any of it any easier to cope with so shut the fuck up. you think by doing any of that i'll suddenly feel better and think "wow...all i needed these past 6 years was someone to yell at me and everything would become perfect!"? you dont think that maybe i already feel like shit? u dont think that i feel like curling into a ball and not come out for days? no? o well then go rite ahead...bitch at me. im sure it'll get the point across.
am i making a big deal out of it? probably. am i going on the assumption that people care? yes. at this point i believe that there are people who actually care about what happened. either way, all i ask for is for you to remove the notion that this was some huge plan of mine to be an asshole for the whole night. i ask that u dont think of me differently. i ask for you to still love me. i ask for you to forgive me. and i ask that you get off my back.
o man. o man. o man. o man. o man. o man.