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Sick and Tired.
Im sick and tired...
Like some sad, pathetic set of twins shitting on themselves in the darkness, I have nothing else to say, that can convey ,
The meaning of my present condition
Thats come to it’s fruition,
Except these lines I’ve written,
Ya know fuck this! I refuse to write between the lines about how shitty I feel!
Whats the deal?
All I know is that we are all fail-able humans spinning on a useless rock in space and no one really gives a fucking shit what I say....
Ahem.
Okay...
An anthem of tears flow down my face pathetic whimpers and snorts as I cry,
Why?!!
Because Im sick and tired, slightly wired,
Less than well, and uninspired,
And all I have is you to lean on,
come on...
Please tell me that Im not alone,
That theres someone their to
Pick up the phone...
You and I sitting there, in our shit stained underwear..
Like some sad, pathetic set of twins shitting on themselves in the darkness, I have nothing else to say, that can convey ,
The meaning of my present condition
Thats come to it’s fruition,
Except these lines I’ve written,
Ya know fuck this! I refuse to write between the lines about how shitty I feel!
Whats the deal?
All I know is that we are all fail-able humans spinning on a useless rock in space and no one really gives a fucking shit what I say....
Ahem.
Okay...
An anthem of tears flow down my face pathetic whimpers and snorts as I cry,
Why?!!
Because Im sick and tired, slightly wired,
Less than well, and uninspired,
And all I have is you to lean on,
come on...
Please tell me that Im not alone,
That theres someone their to
Pick up the phone...
You and I sitting there, in our shit stained underwear..
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