Why did you think your opinion should shed? Some kinda brash lettin words outcha head. No body said your words should be spoken. Re-fuddle them fumblin foul things now broken. You always give up so soon, too soon. You always relax beneath the full moon. And you try and you try to socialize more; But your eyelids resist and you can't cross the door. And the wispy wisp-wisps float up over brow; Such peripheral tests in a lofty soft style. Night time becomes such a strange, sad routine: Ever in thought sliding ever in dreams. I sit in my lounge watching night time close in; My head is laid back, thoughts are stacked, let's begin. I'm losing my rhythm, my floating on back; I'm slowly now melting, for buoyancy lacks. Good night now to consciousness ever in sight; Good luck to all out there with what's wrong and what's right.
The people over me are having loud obnoxious ***...rude. Nobody want to hear you yelling, grow up. Haha