sunday

The world's gone insane Everyone acts like they've had a lobotomy of the brain, Absolute bedlam, like the asylum, Still with the hate I try reject and try again, Friend or foe, Thurs up and down I don't know, Before getting quick to anger, Think and breathe for a minute calm down And proceed, Life isn't what it's supposed to be, not because of me a d lack of trying, Still kind to people that i know are even lieing, In the depths of the shark tank with a spear gun, I jumped straight in to test the power, Win or lose not going to give up, If I fail and it's possible I'll just try again Secluded, misled bathe deluded, Communication is do advanced. No one barley really talks anymore, I'm almost done being kind and generous, I'm sick of false smiles and fuckeling lies Atheist I can ow. Up when up when I know I've fucked up,  means nothing though but, The absolute shite that's told about me is raising me temper level purposely. I can controll it now and walk away, A big fu kingcha change to what I used to and, have to admit flashes quickly through my head , If I grit my teeth and point, I'm trying to say I've had enough, I'd like it for you to shut the fuck up and stop.