àChuckle to Myselfß
by: BeF
It must be so easy to say, "Cheer up!",
or, "Be happy and laugh!",
when your whole life… you’ve been grinning.
It’s easy to ignore my problems,
to not help me find any closure,
instead, you just tell me to feel better…
like that isn’t what I’ve been trying to do,
you say these things, because you can’t handle me.
Nothing has meaning to you,
it seems you live for others.. not yourself,
you live for smarter, more intelligent people,
those people like me who can question our lives,
you may be the one getting straight A’s in school,
but I am the one who has a goal to find my purpose…
Do you have a purpose?
Or were you here to…
to make me feel like maybe…
I was right in taking the wrong path for a while?
Because if that was what I had to go through,
to keep some meaning in my life, so be it,
I would rather have meaning to show for my life…
than a bunch of stupid shit,
shit you don’t know if you really like,
because you don’t make your decisions,
that would involve thinking…
you let other people… trends,
decide for you.
I bet that if you ever read this,
you wouldn’t know that it’s about you,
you’d go on reading my words,
my words that came from my brain,
they traveled to my pen to this paper,
pouring out my emotions… if you know what those are,
no, you’re thinking: "Why doesn’t this rhyme?"
or "Geez, why are you so depressing… be happy,
the new Backstreet Boys CD is out! Hehe!"
At least depression means something,
I’ve learned many lessons from it…
like how to avoid it… by not being around people like you.
I learned a lesson about how fucking parellel,
how artificially perfect and meaningless,
how bluntly STUPID, your life has been…
how fucking fake you really are.
So I think maybe you’re ignoring me…
you’re not helping me try to feel better,
you’re saying your stupid words,
telling me to "cheer up"…
well, maybe they do help.
Those stupid words make me realize,
realize how fortunate I must be,
I have compassion, and ideas…
I am lucky that I am able to question,
that I am able to see past the trap,
I am able to avoid following blindly…
those words make ME… the "screwed up" one,
feel ever so bad for YOU… who’s never failed.
Maybe you’ll realize one day you mean nothing,
that you are merely skin and bones…
and you’ll be the one who goes crazy,
me going crazy would be too obvious… see,
your whole existence is one big fucking joke,
and maybe this time… I’ll get the last laugh.
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Like anyone worthy, I am flattered by your fastination with me.
Like, any hot blooded women I have simply wanted an object to crave.
But you, you're not allowed, you're uninvited
"Instead of war on poverty, they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me..." --2pac
I, I wish I could swim, like dolphins, dolphins can swim, and nothing, nothing will keep us together, we can beat them, forever and ever, we can be heros, for just one day...
by: BeF
It must be so easy to say, "Cheer up!",
or, "Be happy and laugh!",
when your whole life… you’ve been grinning.
It’s easy to ignore my problems,
to not help me find any closure,
instead, you just tell me to feel better…
like that isn’t what I’ve been trying to do,
you say these things, because you can’t handle me.
Nothing has meaning to you,
it seems you live for others.. not yourself,
you live for smarter, more intelligent people,
those people like me who can question our lives,
you may be the one getting straight A’s in school,
but I am the one who has a goal to find my purpose…
Do you have a purpose?
Or were you here to…
to make me feel like maybe…
I was right in taking the wrong path for a while?
Because if that was what I had to go through,
to keep some meaning in my life, so be it,
I would rather have meaning to show for my life…
than a bunch of stupid shit,
shit you don’t know if you really like,
because you don’t make your decisions,
that would involve thinking…
you let other people… trends,
decide for you.
I bet that if you ever read this,
you wouldn’t know that it’s about you,
you’d go on reading my words,
my words that came from my brain,
they traveled to my pen to this paper,
pouring out my emotions… if you know what those are,
no, you’re thinking: "Why doesn’t this rhyme?"
or "Geez, why are you so depressing… be happy,
the new Backstreet Boys CD is out! Hehe!"
At least depression means something,
I’ve learned many lessons from it…
like how to avoid it… by not being around people like you.
I learned a lesson about how fucking parellel,
how artificially perfect and meaningless,
how bluntly STUPID, your life has been…
how fucking fake you really are.
So I think maybe you’re ignoring me…
you’re not helping me try to feel better,
you’re saying your stupid words,
telling me to "cheer up"…
well, maybe they do help.
Those stupid words make me realize,
realize how fortunate I must be,
I have compassion, and ideas…
I am lucky that I am able to question,
that I am able to see past the trap,
I am able to avoid following blindly…
those words make ME… the "screwed up" one,
feel ever so bad for YOU… who’s never failed.
Maybe you’ll realize one day you mean nothing,
that you are merely skin and bones…
and you’ll be the one who goes crazy,
me going crazy would be too obvious… see,
your whole existence is one big fucking joke,
and maybe this time… I’ll get the last laugh.
------------------
Like anyone worthy, I am flattered by your fastination with me.
Like, any hot blooded women I have simply wanted an object to crave.
But you, you're not allowed, you're uninvited
"Instead of war on poverty, they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me..." --2pac
I, I wish I could swim, like dolphins, dolphins can swim, and nothing, nothing will keep us together, we can beat them, forever and ever, we can be heros, for just one day...
