You have to have
Alot of money
To get a girlfriend right

And have a big muscular body

Those are the things
You have to have
To go on dates

Too bad for me I guess

And talking with
My therapist was a bad idea

She listened
And cared about
What I had to say

And then she left

I don't like her
Anymore

I don't like her
I hate you

And I hate money
It was the money
It's always the money

That ruined
Our companionship

I don't have any feelings
Anymore for you

Too bad too
We were close

To having a real relationship

You ruined things

But I'm sure
It won't be
The last time

Now I have no friends
No one to meet with
Once a week

Who knows
Ask for my forgiveness

You are so mean

I used to care about you
Not anymore

Well
At least
You will have to live

In what will be a very difficult
Part of American history

You deserve to suffer some
For what you have done

I'm depressed and deflated because it seems like it's either to lose or get shot is why we were created
Idve remained encouraged but this point can no longer be debated
How are you going to stop someone who doesn't even see a future staring them in the face misplaced patriotism stops you from seeing the tears and hopelessness on our faces that's written
Despair in the air because no one not even ourselves can find the strength to care optimism is a long lost memory
And even then our memories aren't pleasant by any means it seems all we are are muscular commodities fit for athletic endorsements and earning people but ourselves money but we can't use a platform because it would he like trying to preach to Vincent Van Gogh

I'm writing all of this from my perspective you know

Her passion burns bright
her fire catches me
igniting my soul
aroused by lust violently
her flames engulfing me
consuming my mind
body held in captivity
submitting mentally
enchanted by her majesty

What do I do
With these fantasies occupying my mind
I find its easier to express them in rhythmic rhyme
Because not doing so will make me feel like I'm overly drunk on wine
I'll admit that I'm kinda crazy but these thoughts make me rather hazy
And certainly you're not making my libido lazy
So what do I do
With these fantasies of you?

I swear you've become the earworm, that gets stuck in my head
Your eyes are like falling rhinestones, like Gorillaz said.
Why I have to be so far away... that's something around which I couldn't begin to wrap my head

Even when I've got sunshine in a bag, the future is still rather uncertain
Because sometimes my life is more unpredictable than the spread of vermin
But...

If i had to pick someone to navigate those uncertain tides
To listen to my ******* on long car rides
I'd pick you in a heartbeat
..
Hell maybe even a seizure induced spasm

I started to stare up at the pale blue sky
Allowing the clouds to help care for the shards of my mind
And as the green grass tickled my skin, back into the dilemma I'm facing my thoughts went back within
The breeze gently kissed my face as the smile transformed from a grin to a grimace
I started off so well and fell back into overthinking like a man imprisoned

So I guess I should let my thoughts fly as I stare at the sky and let my instincts take over

I'm 20 years old now
And I've seen technology advance and what happens when socialites go wild
and I've been mulling this over for awhile
I began to understand why the older generations hate us and always rely on poorly researched "Truths" to debate us.

It's because of how much the world has changed.

The world has changed and immeasurable number of ways since way back in the day
From the rise of the Internet from a finicky gimmick to a major uncut media outlet
And so quickly it seems as though some rewinding is needed to some, in a manner most drastic


However progress is needed even though it is a slow and painful process, whether it be in the church or out on the streets everyone's ideas deserve to be heard no matter how bizarre because that's how we remain so unique