I feel like half my brain is gone
The half that tells me right from wrong
The half that tells me I can't write a song
But not the half that tells me I have tried too long
I write these words in desperation
Because I feel a separation
From a hateful and ignorant nation
I feel like I need sedation
Like the Ramones, I wanna be sedated
More than twenty four hours
I will never not be hated
My whole life just sours
I am rotten
I feel like half my life is gone
I feel there is no point to this song
There is no point to go on
But there is a point to see another dawn
I write these words in drunkeness
I realize my life's a mess
Anxiety and half undressed
Hoping one day to be blessed
Like the Ramones, I'm howling at the moon
More than twenty four hours
Hoping I transform real soon
Before my current mood sours
And I'm forgotten
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