At every turn
You all blow my mind,
Why is this so?
Are the cloudy shapes a sign?
Where do you all get off
Taking my best wit, my best
Arguments, and flush them
Down the tube like it had
Absolutely nothing it meant?
Besides pushing me off
A balcony when I'm sad,
I may as well have the joy
In knowing that I'm here,
But just a fool who's only mad.
My final moments could be
A painful one, I've lost my
Friends, there is no lover in
My life, this wasted time I
Spend, I'll rather my work
Is never done then find myself
At these horrific bitter ends.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
At every turn
You all blow my mind,
Why is this so?
Are the cloudy shapes a sign?
Where do you all get off
Taking my best wit, my best
Arguments, and flush them
Down the tube like it had
Absolutely nothing it meant?
Besides pushing me off
A balcony when I'm sad,
I may as well have the joy
In knowing that I'm here,
But just a fool who's only mad.
My final moments could be
A painful one, I've lost my
Friends, there is no lover in
My life, this wasted time I
Spend, I'll rather my work
Is never done then find myself
At these horrific bitter ends.
