well, i'm all done with yesterday
now i got nothing to do for the day

maybe i'll build me a wall today

gonna build me a billion walls or more

build a wall without any windows

i can do it again, i've built a wall before

next door gonna build me a few hundred million walls or more

i build walls with my building wall skills that i'm so thrilled about the hole that i had just drilled

i build walls that they don't even pay me for, so i just keep building them, i don't even keep score

i'll build this wall, for whatever for,

then build that wall after i'm done with chores

cut the cord, cause i'm gonna build a wall too tall to ignore

so stick around, see what's in store, we got one we built in 1474

i'm gonna build a single wall to contain a quarter horse

the other three weren't paid for
there for show, they'll just be on display, there to adore

gonna build a wall with out doors that ways outdoors
has to stay outdoors

breaking my ball, building all of these walls, i feel it in my core,
***** to the wall, i do it *******

i do it until I am sore and worn

i just build all of these walls until i can't anymore

i know that i should start to grow up

i will someday,  someday you'll see

because when i do,  you will see me

watching me,  as i grow

from this here seed,  into the biggest of trees

i just had the best day ever
i don't even know why
i just had four in a row
i hope more are nearby

i won't deny that i didn't qualify
i won't lie that i didn't even try

not to even wonder why
why i am on cloud nine and feeling all too fine, feels like i want to live forever, i hope this feeling never dies

it feels like i'm driving high tides throughout the marshmallow skies, with my spirit so alive, soaring ever so high with solar butterflies while angels await to chant solace lullabies

the sun will never not shine
the day never runs out of time
to stay here forever, and never resign,
here I will remain,  this moment is all mine

why would you wanna say goodbye just to let another day go by when best day evers seem to magically multiply

i guess ya go with the flow when you have had three best day evers, all in a row?

ya know, one of those days when all of your ducks are all lined up, but so dislocated and far from being like some sorta day in any sort of a row

but that's ok tho, cause when you're feeling like a paper airplane that's headed towards that open window

nobody knows just how many days that you'll go having way too many more best days ever, all lined up and finally in a row

i guess anything and everything is possible when you're sporting a square peg round hole attitude, just making no thing and nothing seem so simply impossible, i suppose?

so there you go, and it goes to really show that, that is that, just me, the day and that there wide open window

what a mess you have made,  what the hell were you thinking

i am only human.  and i am afraid
i may not learn from every mistake
i don't know what i am doing,  but that's okay,  cause i like it that way

it's okay to not feel shame.  f.uck everything!
i  f.ucked it all the way,  the way i wanna f.uck things

save yourself the disappointment,  some things are better left broken
if it's f.ucked just leave it alone,  if ignored,  and with patience,
the smart thing to do would be to wait for it to work itself out

besides,  i know of no one that knows how to unf.uck something

i do feel a little better knowing that?
but i used to get so obsessed,  whenever i would beat on a dead horse

not quite sure why?  beat it for whatever reason,
no reason but to beat on that f.ucker until i felt better inside

it took waiting for forever.  nothing inside changed

only now,  i have a deep seeded hate for that f.ucking dead horse

i hate that f.ucker more than anything!  ever!

hours and hours go by each time,  i'd beat the f.uck out of that horse,
try to beat it more and more every f.ucking time

time after time and time again,  i'd try to bring myself back to life
i'd beat and i'd beat and i'd  f.ucking beat,  until i got bored of beating the  f.ucking f.uck out of that f.ucking horse

of course,  i'd f.ucking beat that horse,  more and more and more,
like i was at war with that horse,  just to feel better than ever before

i forever failed at feeling any better

i f.ucking hate that dead f.ucking horse!

so,  i beat that f.ucker forever more

why do i not feel like i am alive?

f.uck, i feel dead inside!  just as f.ucking dead,  as that dead f.ucking horse

how the f.uck, when i try and try and try,  just to feel alive,  but i still feel f.ucking empty,  deep down inside

i feel only one thing,  hate for that f.ucking horse
deeper down inside,  than ever before

i feel it in my core

i know that I am alive,  but i don't feel much life
does this mean that my spirit won't survive?

the more and more that i beat that f.ucking horse,  i'd get more and more worn
i'd walk away from that f.ucker,  more sore than ever before

i'd pour every effort into beating that f.ucking dead horse

i tore into that dead f.ucker on a quest for feeling,  some sorta feeling,
to feel anything other than hate for that f.ucking horse

f.uck,  nothing more than to constantly remind myself how much hate that i release when i love nothing more than to beat the f.uck out of that dead f.ucking horse

the more and more that i hate that f.ucking horse

the more and more,  i look forward to beating on that f.ucking dead f.ucker

anytime i find the time,  i'd beat that f.ucker a few thousand times or more

beat that  f.ucker all day and all night,  then beat that  ucker some more

because it just feels right

it's never the wrong time,  to spend all of your time,  beating and beating and beating on that horse until you feel something else inside

waste all of your time,  not wasting any time,
beating on that f.ucking horse,  for the rest of your life

beat that dead horse and never resign

because, when you hate something from that deep within, it's a hatred that festers in your core

combine that much hate with all of your spare time,  makes it primetime
to take all of that hatred and set everything else aside,  get primed
beat on that f.ucking dead horse,  and do it double time

of course in the meantime,  wait for the hate to develop,
create a rage and violently dominate,  beat and beat and beat
that dead f.ucking horse,  beat that f.ucker overtime

beat that f.ucker forever and a day

put in the time,  build up your strength,  and in no time
you'll be in great shape,  and just in time,
to beat that f.ucker for the fifth time today

make that f.ucking horse pay for,  a lifetime of mistakes,  that you made
ignoring the fact that your hate is channeled away from you,  hating yourself even more than you hate that horse

but you f.ucking beat on it anyways

either way,  that f.ucking horse endures all the beatdowns
and absorbs all the blame

that dead f.ucking horse has been dead for four f.ucking years and 63 days

you won't f.ucking quit!  you never changed a bit

all that anger,  you're holding on to it.  every bit of it!

your hate turns to rage.  you beat that f.ucking dead horse until you are blue in the face and f.ucking done for

never letting up!  not ever giving a f.uck!

when is it going to be enough?

half of the time you are beating on that f.ucker you leave open the barn door
so the world can see just how much that you hate that f.ucking horse

why are you f.ucking beating on that dead f.ucking horse?

what the f.uck for?  to even the score?

even in your downtime you beat on that f.ucker

swore you wouldn't ever stop

and sometimes you go on for a long f.ucking time

for f.ucks sake!  it's f.ucking war time,  all the time,
never ever taking a f.ucking break

be on time for next time,  and make sure you make up for last time,
you don't want to fall behind

explore more ways to make all of the beatings,
all of the time,  your favorite past time

making time for next time,  to make beating the f.uck out of that f.ucking dead horse,  a f.ucking fun time

cause anytime,  is a fun time,  when you step out of line,  and find out,
there is more than enough time to beat on that mother  ucker,  forevermore

beat like you've never beaten on a dead f.ucking horse before

and beat on that f.ucker just like all of the times that you have before

beat on that f.ucker *******.  beat like it's the next world war

beat on that dead f.ucking horse,  until you can't anymore!

beat once the f.uck more,  before you fall asleep and snore
because it's always a good time,  right before bedtime,
to beat that f.ucker more than you can keep score

not only do you dream about the ultimate beatdown,
but deep down,  you hope,  for time itself,  to slow down

never have found a reason why you beat that f.ucker down

just to f.ucking feel better inside?

so eager to beat on that  ucker,  you won't settle the  uck down!

you're about to breakdown

you shout out loud about how beating on that f.ucking horse sounds

the sound of another beatdown


so realign

go back in time?

now is the time!  what the f.uck are you waiting for?

hurry the f.uck up!  cut in that f.ucking line!

do whatever it takes to beat the f.uck out of that horse even more than ever before

even more than forever before.  for ever and ever more

beat on that horse for forever

and beat on that f.ucker before you walk through that door,
turn around,  beat that f.ucker down,  so much more than ever before

never ever stop to do anything other than spending every minute of time
before the day that you die,  beating the f.uck out of that dead f.ucking horse

because you think it's alright?

beating on this f.ucking dead horse i thought would have helped?

i feel forever worse than ever before

living the rest of my life f.ucking hating that horse

and i will never forget how much hate that i have stored,
letting it build up,  just to let it all go

now where the f.uck is that horse!  i wanna beat on that f.ucker some more

cause when i'm dead,  i can't beat the f.ucking f.uck out of that dead f.ucking horse anymore

it ended up that i lost the war with that f.ucking horse

lost it before it began?

i started with a dead horse and ended with a f.ucking dead horse

so i beat that f.ucker just a little bit more

who thought that this would be anything other than pointless?

beating on that f.ucking dead horse was the only thought on your mind
for a long f.ucking time

your hate for that f.ucking horse,  grew inside of you

to you,  nothing else ever was

for you,  all of those beatings,  blended into one single moment

your moment

beating on that dead f.ucker,  time after time,  with a one track mind

you beat and beat and beat on that f.ucking dead horse,  for a lifetime

during that time,  you spent your life beating away
you had the time of your life,  only to find out that,  your life has passed you by
you're too late,  your time is up

you have f.ucked away your life.  one beatdown at a time

consumed by hate for a horse that's not even alive?

but you'll hate that dead f.ucking horse for the rest of your life

you just started beating away one day and you don't even know why?

i wasn't there yesterday

i didn't get to see the way your eyes smile,  when you smile at me

you weren't here today, and for some reason, i still feel the same

what happens tomorrow?

will we coexist?

i don't know what this is,  but i think you were missed?

when i am so far down
  that my troubles are blue
  no lower to sink
  i'm just as troubled as you
                                            
  as i look all around
  i soak up the rays
  you stand right behind me
  right there you stay                        
  
  i hurt on the inside
  and you have got none
  flat on the pavement
  having no fun.
  
  i'm just the figure that cast
  you are left beside                      
  so dismal we feel
  distressed and combined                      
    
  we're faulty and fragile
  too troubled to guide
  we move to the darkness
  so contrast can hide
                          
  just cause i hurt
  does not mean
  that you deserve                      
  feeling no worth
  just to observe

with my head in the clouds
for forever i climb
thoughts remain vacant
but i never mind
falling is flying
when you're in control
this place in time
is just peace in my soul
falling is flying
when you can let go
a life spent in limbo
where is unknown
i fall
i fly
i live in this moment
i won't say goodbye

i'm doing good, but i am so ******* bored

i'm doing so good that i'm feeling like i'm needing to ****
up my life some,  just so that i am not doing so good

that would make me feel so good,

then i wouldn't be so bored because i'd be doing something that feels so ******* good

i'd trade today for just one more yesterday

i miss when things were simpler. we had no worries at all
i haven't felt that way in forever, but i try my best to stand tall

living in this world gets harder everyday

i need to remind myself to breathe
i need some light to rid me of this darkness
i need a new horizon, some reason to believe

i wish I could turn back the time to remember what this life has meant to me

how has it gotten this way?

why am I left feeling this way?

i miss when things were together. instead of falling apart

searching for some piece of mind. trying to heal this broken heart

absorbing this moment. i hold on a little longer

remembering all the struggles that had made me stronger

i am not losing hope in this life, i'm just trying to find reason

i just need to feel alive, know there's something left inside

i need to hold my head up high, remind myself again how hard that i tried

now, all that i know is i should be taking this slow, forgetting it all,
and letting **** go

start in loving myself. let myself show

cause when i fall this far apart, i no longer glow

i know you said don't cry
we are unable to see the light
but I can see the sun
setting in your eyes
i know you're shining on
even in the dark of night
but now I realize
it's time to say goodbye

if i only had half a brain,  then i would only need half a brain

somehow i know that?

but how could it be known that,  a half brain can think

yet remain incomplete

but to be smart enough,  to know its own needs

to need a whole half of a brain,  to be complete

now that's just incompletely sane?

i still know who i am,  but i don't feel the same
luckily the half my hand is holding,  is the container for my name

on a quest to search for the rest.  all by itself,  it tries its best

but to be just half a brain,  that tries to obtain,
its other self,  is just too hard to explain

after all of these years i have finally found my place

i find that my place doesn't have enough space

lets face it, i don't fit

there is not enough space for me to fit into my place

know i'm the kind of person that wears their heart on their sleeve

unfortunately for you my coat is in the other room

waiting there just not to care

want to see what i store in my underwear?

you said i'd never make it
said i would make a mistake
but now i'm right where i belong
embracing the feeling of being misplaced

you said i'd never make it
said i would fall on my face
but now i'm right where i belong
replacing the feeling of feeling disgraced

even told me i couldn't face it
told me that i was the mistake
but now i'm right where I belong
proving you wrong and it's more than you can take
no one to blame,  got nothing left to say
so how does it feel,  to know your tongue has been erased

Nobody is home.  yet, the light is on
i think that that light will stay on until dawn

cause Nobody cares to turn that light out
but he can't do it right now, he's out and about

now filled full of doubt, about if that light has been turned out

is that light really on?

has he been gone all along?

because Nobody knows that he left his light on

life is like biting into the ripest peach, only to later realize

that once you bit, you should have just quit

how does it taste?  to be chewing dog ****

a hollow soul left out in the cold, all alone with nowhere to go,  just a lost lone soul hollow and cold headed down the road that nowhere goes

the only creature lost on earth that needs nobody,  it seems nobody needs this creature

so it kinda makes ya feel like a nobody,  lost in a place where nobody knows nobody

and i'm the nobody that nobody knows,  a ghost,  a creature lost and forever unknown on the road that nowhere goes

i am an unknown ghost that nobody knows,  just nobody's ghost,  a creature so lost,  so cold,  so hollow and lone,  all alone,  on my own,  lonely and on the road to nowhere off into the vacancy of the unknown a cold hollow place where nobody knows if this lost soul will ever find his way back home.

look at me go,  into a new year

i plan on taking it slow

so slow,  that you would never ever know,  even if I told you so?

now,  i'm just letting you know that,  you now know that?

so that,  it will be known that,
i might just stay right here,  to ring in the new year

because it's perfectly clear,  that if,  right here i stay,
everything else,  will remain just plain ok

because for some other reason,
i still think that tomorrow,  is still coming today

drowning in a present,  of a past i can't change,
i have hope that next year does not bring along the same

the next,  it's unknown,  that's why I take it soooo slow,
last year brought on the fear,  and it really has shown

but i'm not really scared of letting it go,
just hoping that last year,  will leave me alone

i am no longer afraid,  of change or no change
and whatever happens,  i'll try not to complain

so prepare for next year,  stay somewhat the same,
just be yourself,  but do continue to change

maybe i'm too smart to function in this world,
or i am just too stupid to get with it.    I don't know?

all i know is that i don't fit

there is not enough space for me to fit in your place,
the shoe that you gave to me, does not fit my face

it's not long enough

or ****** up enough

it is not enough of a disgrace

for you to continue to taste

i hope that it is something shiny
i love shiny ****
if it's shiny, i'm on it

a fool
forever drawn to it,
like a moth to a flame that you should have never ******* lit

i'm an idiot
like treasure on a sinking ship
i should have learned to swim cause i'm diving in after it

yep, i am a foolish idiot
and i do admit that i haven't a care that i already know that it's counterfeit

I swear that I gotta get out here, go somewhere, anywhere, but I got nowhere to go. Everywhere those roads go, that I don't know, they got to lead somewhere, anywhere, but here. Don't go there, there is where everything has already happened. Been there. Nowhere is such a lonely place, I feel hopeless. It's unreal that you came to see me. Unlikely as it may be. But I'm certainly sad, that you had found me
Full-bore, pedal to the ******* floor, speeding right the **** past the road that nowhere goes. Is a road, It goes straight the **** to anywhere, anywhere you want, to end up somewhere that's not here or there, it will even lead you to everywhere, even to somewhere where you feel you belong. Not a place like nowhere, that feels totally wrong, if ya want to go everywhere, that too many places to go, it will just string you along. Or else If you just want some space, to get away, elsewhere is a good place. If you're in elsewhere, get out, get a map, find somewhere else besides elsewhere to go, or else where you go you will just be somewhere else, and still looking for somewhere to go. So follow your map, don't fall for the trap, cause elsewhere don't care that you live in despair and now you lost, seeking anywhere and everywhere to go, but the road to nowhere is the only way, to find some road somewhere, to go somewhere, or else ya gonna be back in elsewhere or just somewhere else, Now in total despair, to someone's else it may not be that unfair, but you got lost yourself and no one else ******* cares.
Somewhere is near here, but it's also close to nowhere. Here is not where you want to be, it feels like nowhere. Somewhere is where it's at. At least you're somewhere. But over there, where here used to be, but where is it, It's s not here, or even over there. It could be anywhere, I've looked ******* everywhere but nowhere to be found. It could be near enough, It could even be here, there or anywhere. It's got to be somewhere, but it's nowhere to be. So where do we go from here. Cause somewhere is out there somewhere, but those roads lead you to somewhere else. Now you just feel your stuck here but it's all good, it's ok, it's just ******* alright you never had to leave, because at least you're here, and here has always been somewhere to be, you're always somewhere, like right here, so why not enjoy just being here, here is so near, you're already there, Somewhere, where you belong, because If you not here somewhere, then you are just on you way to somewhere else, Looking somewhere else for somewhere to be.

why am i alive?
we live for reasons why?
i know i'm gonna die
not gonna say goodbye
lots of hope left inside
it keeps the sun up in my sky
so that my spirit can survive
i commence to take flight
start in loving life
begin loving myself
my love keeps myself alive
because living a life
without any love
is far from being anything right

,and that is just the tip of it.

hey will you come over here
and kick me in the face,  why

well,  because i am having
way too great of a ******* day

i'm feeling way too great, loving living with this aching headache,

ouch, that smarts, that's gonna leave a mark

and seeing all those stars it seems it's just the start

having the time if my life

just chasing after my own parked car