| Wondering about life. |
| I sit here wondering about life, and wondering why there is so much strife, Is it because we are woman and man, Or is it because we try to get away with anything we can, Unpure thoughts, you never know, it just might, Or it could be because we argue, fuss, and fight, Or is it because we try to be cool, Or is it because we constantly act like a fool, We go through a lot of pain, and then we just die, While leaving others to suffer and cry, If the good die young, then I will live forever, Why can't we all be much more clever, Yes, I know we have advanced in the last 100 years, But now people are having more problems overcoming fears, I believe God made Lucifer a deal, To test us always, through our free will, Temptation strikes us all, all of the time, Like when you think of committing a crime, Humans try to be God, but can't they see, That God is a supernatural being, and not we, God isn't bad, or mean like some say, If that were so, there would be not a good day, He is our Father and our friend, An unbreakable bond, until you say its The End! |
| Yesterday, and today |
| It seems like yesterday I was liked by so many, Now everyone tells me to kiss their fanny, I used to be known by all and hated by few, Now nobody knows me, not even you, Everyone thinks they have me figured out, But you are so wrong that I could just shout, You asked what's wrong, but, telling, I have always refused, I guess I am tired of always getting used, Life is a game, that I guess I will always lose, Because I am always going to be drinking too much booze, How can any of you tell me what I need, How can you knock me for smoking the green, It is the best way for me to deal with the pain, Having a girlfriend living up in Maine, She'll be moving to Florida, where she'll find another guy, Within the next five years my mom is going to die, My best friend, who works at BRC, Has chosen drugs, more than once, over me, Some call me Jason, while others call me Fish, I guess you could say that I have a very big death wish, I would wrestle with a rott, or big rabid dog, or go 80 miles per hour, in some thick ass fog, You think I am sweet, but that isn't true, I just don't feel like seeing you blue, Now aren't you glad that you are my good friend, Yet, you have no idea how I will soon make The End! |
| What do I do right? |
| I just want to know want do I do right? I try not to ever argue, fuss, of fight, Was it because I always smoke, Or is that I always like to joke? Is it because I don't look good, Or because I make fun of being in the hood, Or that I didn't do what I could, Or anything that I should, I loved you but you didn't care, Was it because of my psychotic hair? Why can't you tell me the truth? Is it because I like jumping off a roof? Is it because I always act so crazy? Or is it because I am so damn lazy? What was it, I just want to know, Why are you making my life blow? I know I am so very strange, but for you I will try to change, I would never smoke another cig, I will work out, until I am very big, Whatever it is, for you I will, Why can't you see how I now feel, I will move just for us to be together, I just want to be with you forever! |
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