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| 200 10/6/03 All The Wrong Reasons How can I say what I can only feel, When these images don�t have words that appeal, With this and that all mixed-up inside my head, Oh god why can�t I go to bed It�s not that I don�t try... I really do, I just don�t know how and why of you, For as of late this life as become tough, Cause that last curve ball was pretty rough I know I�m a hypocrite for even writing this, Up to the plate and all I can do is miss, There�s only so much a man can take, Till their moral are destroyed and their very self breaks See, I don�t know why I�m so frail to all, It just hurts no matter how short or long the fall, And when I�m able to find a way to feel secure, There�s always a dagger to make it no more Without an outlet to who for me to be, It is almost impossible for me to clearly see, Through these actions numb the today, With hope that tomorrow will make the present go away Though it seems like that tomorrow is nowhere to be seen, Not a person even remotely in sight is what I mean, And when it all seems like one great big game, I just want to quit right now, fuck the fame And I know is that you are not even real, It is my desperation that now makes me kneel, From weakness you now draw your strength, For this reason alone you�ve existed for such a great length For all the wrong reasons I write this to you, Not for your help or anything else that you could do, Cause I know that you don�t do anything for anyone in anyway, It would just be nice to know that I�m wrong at the end of the day |