What can I say But that I cannot speak For you But only myself There is the awkwardness Of third person Of projection Of presumption I wish people Would not speak for me, That they would leave me in peace Where I can Be alone And hurt nor offend No one And nothing I say Could draw out Soul's blood I could bleed Myself to death And save you all From the curse of Me and my mind An ugly mind That aspires to Beauty, Nobility Nothing so much as to Become anything but me Is it worth trying to Correct the flaws Or just start over? In the grand scheme Do I really matter?
My wonderful life That lays in the Land of regrets and Broken dreams Perhaps there are things That would have worked Better because Baily I'm not No one will run to The rescue if I go under No one will cheer anymore, Either Indifference - the Choice of the modern era The Pepsi of emotions And I slowly sink Down and down The love just isn't there And you wonder If stock options Will save your soul Because you're running out of mundane Options An option to Buy a new life In installment payments And with no money Down And no balloon at the end You can't even suck the Helium for the Funny voice And a buzz You're just a can Crushed on the forehead of life And your life Just a beer commercial To the gods.
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