Dude You are sick!
What the hell is wrong with you?
I will Kill you!
Thoughts flowing in and out as,
Crowded halls has noises filtered in,
Some one trying to sing,
Some crap, save the world....
Who knows and cares to.
I am sick and cynical about all things in my life,
Will I be called a loser?
Um, or if I where to remain positive,
Does it make it any better?
What the hell, I am just what I am...