Feb 2012
Feeling about as pointless as fireworks in the day time.
Tired of watching everyone succeed from the sideline feeling like I let myself get behind.
Went scuba diving without a tank. Need to find the air that will let me get through these days.
Wanting to break free but the chain only goes so far
Leading me back to a place I was before.
Read the directions to solve the problem but never put into practice.
Needing a frying pan and a metal spoon to wake me up from this **** world of gloom.
The artist is painting a portrait of my life but keeps running out of paper.
I need to be like the wind and just keep blowing into, around, or through these obstacles of my life.
I want success like a chain smoker to a cigarette.
Let happiness be my nicotine and failure be the smoke
I exhale from my lungs and dissipates then forgotten.
You know life is never fair and no one gets a fair shake.
**** that cause some do and boy don't you wish it was you.
With everything going in their favor makes you wonder who is the author of their novel and how much does it cost to get just a couple of lines wrote in your life story cause consistent failure gets pretty annoying.
Nice cars, houses, gadgets, and things that will make you happy have no meaning.
Like a bike without wheels you can't really go anywhere.
I guess that means I am the lucky one to start out on the bottom.
Ignorant of what bottom really is cause I am in the shallow end
Thankful I am not in the deep with a 30ft diving board with problems diving in and coming up underneath.
From the shallow end I might swim up to get my breath of fresh air
Maybe climb out of this pool of sorrow to a place that is dry.
This struggle is what it is to be alive.
To feel the success and push through the failures.
To get what I want but only get what I need this is what I guess it means to finally succeed
So long as I am happy that is alright with me.
Tired of watching everyone succeed from the sideline feeling like I let myself get behind.
Went scuba diving without a tank. Need to find the air that will let me get through these days.
Wanting to break free but the chain only goes so far
Leading me back to a place I was before.
Read the directions to solve the problem but never put into practice.
Needing a frying pan and a metal spoon to wake me up from this **** world of gloom.
The artist is painting a portrait of my life but keeps running out of paper.
I need to be like the wind and just keep blowing into, around, or through these obstacles of my life.
I want success like a chain smoker to a cigarette.
Let happiness be my nicotine and failure be the smoke
I exhale from my lungs and dissipates then forgotten.
You know life is never fair and no one gets a fair shake.
**** that cause some do and boy don't you wish it was you.
With everything going in their favor makes you wonder who is the author of their novel and how much does it cost to get just a couple of lines wrote in your life story cause consistent failure gets pretty annoying.
Nice cars, houses, gadgets, and things that will make you happy have no meaning.
Like a bike without wheels you can't really go anywhere.
I guess that means I am the lucky one to start out on the bottom.
Ignorant of what bottom really is cause I am in the shallow end
Thankful I am not in the deep with a 30ft diving board with problems diving in and coming up underneath.
From the shallow end I might swim up to get my breath of fresh air
Maybe climb out of this pool of sorrow to a place that is dry.
This struggle is what it is to be alive.
To feel the success and push through the failures.
To get what I want but only get what I need this is what I guess it means to finally succeed
So long as I am happy that is alright with me.
