Friends
Do I have any?
Does anyone have any?
They stab you when you not looking
They sleep with your woman
What is the use?
Perpetually lonely
Can’t stand people
If I met you on the street
Would you remember my name?
NO
Are you my friend?
Didn’t think so
Didn’t expect it to be so
Can you love me?
Can you like me?
NO
I don’t like myself
Two faced, Three faced
Nobody sees the real you
Nobody sees the real me
Closed off from the rest of the world
Who needs the heartache or headache?
More people in your life
More stress in your life
Less feeling in your life
Why live then
Friends don’t care
Don’t have any
Don’t want any
None want me
I am like a poison running rampant in the body of Society.
Society that is a joke as well
Civilized, yeah right
A bunch of animals ruled by there emotions
Or lack of
Looking for one more thing to purchase, take, or throw away
Animals in cages of rules
A zoo built in our minds
Mental bars trying to hold in the impulses that can’t be caged
Our society is built on lies
Muhammad, God, Jehovah, Buddha
All looking at us
Scrutinizing us
Ready to slap us like a misbehaving child if we step out of line
Are any of them really there?
Just another set of bars holding the zoo together
Do it Pull the trigger, cut too deep, pop the pills, step in front of the bus
Release yourself from you cage
Flip off the zoo keepers and free yourself
Yet Im stuck in the cage
Looking out at the passing tourist
Unable to free myself
And wanting nothing more then to run free again.
I hate the holidays. Always have. Im wrong according to the rules. Supposed to be happy. Im not. Supposed to have fun. I don't. cant remember the last time I have been happy. Been dealing with deppression for about 16 years. What is it to be happy. I dont remember. No joy from babies anymore, no joy from puppies, no joy. How can I get in the Holiday spirit, when my spirit is son empty. Hate life, hate my job, hate the world in general. But that is not true either. To hate something means you care about it in some since. I don't. Beige, everything is Beige. My life is like walking through a haze of grey. Please make it end. Please.
Do I have any?
Does anyone have any?
They stab you when you not looking
They sleep with your woman
What is the use?
Perpetually lonely
Can’t stand people
If I met you on the street
Would you remember my name?
NO
Are you my friend?
Didn’t think so
Didn’t expect it to be so
Can you love me?
Can you like me?
NO
I don’t like myself
Two faced, Three faced
Nobody sees the real you
Nobody sees the real me
Closed off from the rest of the world
Who needs the heartache or headache?
More people in your life
More stress in your life
Less feeling in your life
Why live then
Friends don’t care
Don’t have any
Don’t want any
None want me
I am like a poison running rampant in the body of Society.
Society that is a joke as well
Civilized, yeah right
A bunch of animals ruled by there emotions
Or lack of
Looking for one more thing to purchase, take, or throw away
Animals in cages of rules
A zoo built in our minds
Mental bars trying to hold in the impulses that can’t be caged
Our society is built on lies
Muhammad, God, Jehovah, Buddha
All looking at us
Scrutinizing us
Ready to slap us like a misbehaving child if we step out of line
Are any of them really there?
Just another set of bars holding the zoo together
Do it Pull the trigger, cut too deep, pop the pills, step in front of the bus
Release yourself from you cage
Flip off the zoo keepers and free yourself
Yet Im stuck in the cage
Looking out at the passing tourist
Unable to free myself
And wanting nothing more then to run free again.
I hate the holidays. Always have. Im wrong according to the rules. Supposed to be happy. Im not. Supposed to have fun. I don't. cant remember the last time I have been happy. Been dealing with deppression for about 16 years. What is it to be happy. I dont remember. No joy from babies anymore, no joy from puppies, no joy. How can I get in the Holiday spirit, when my spirit is son empty. Hate life, hate my job, hate the world in general. But that is not true either. To hate something means you care about it in some since. I don't. Beige, everything is Beige. My life is like walking through a haze of grey. Please make it end. Please.