Broken into a thousand pieces on the floor. Pushed off your pendulum...pushed down from your most perfect moment. Trapped from what you want unable to attract the things and beings you want. Not good enough not bad enough not ugly enough not pretty enough. To fat to thin...to pretty and pretentious.
Boring, plain, full of life once again. Just an act just a game, cover it all up one more time. Your nothing to them once more everything they say to you is all a lie. It can't be how you want no matter what you do. Im so pessimistic this is why. Ill find what I want...skinny, runtish, brutal, beautiful, modified, synthetic, loving, caring unbroken, giving receiving. Notice Im here screaming for this...something Ive wanted all along. Youll think this is all about you as always the world doesnt spin around what you...not even that is for you...not for me not him not even for her.
Once I get over this feeling and Im back to what I want...Ill move away, get on with things be what I want who I want. And when you see the poster of me hanging on your friends bedroom wall you'll think...shit we called this guy worthless. Guess what I know I am but you know what...other people don't..... Im an Ass.....Ill get what I want when I want to get it...but I don't want anything right now. Ill get the contract you'll get the format of nothing ness. Youll still do the same things you did last week while Ill be out hanging with all those pretentious people you really hate. Because youre not beautiful enough.
Not even inside. Your ugly...through and through. But mind what Ive said you can be nice...its just this town poisons everyone. Its even running through my veins...everyone heres been longer than me. This town is just poisoning us.
This town full of down and out's, artists of so many kinds. Ill make sure I make something of myself so I can come back and scream...I made it you didnt...or give me a reason to stay here in this worthless town. You love here you hate here...limbo
I'm Just playing with my bow and arrow...a shoot and a miss
