Is there even a right path?
I either stiffle tongue and anger
Or burn my friendships down to ash -
I ask, '
For whom do I stay my hand?
Moderation makes me feel less of a man,
Because when you're moderate you have to accept
You're always wrong.
And its funny that I feel so weak,
Still so strong.
Its been too long,
Since I've let extremity guide,
I keep my craziness down by getting drunk,
Or getting high,
Just getting by
Seems to take every fiber of my soul,
With my hand over my heart
I have a hand over a hole.
Nobody loves me and nobody should
I'd love to be nobody if I could.
It only takes one beer
To get in touch with my hatred,
As though all of a sudden i'm cold and naked
Too old to fake it -
So fuck teen angst
Because when I was a teenager I carried around shanks,
Gave a deaf lord my thanks.
In fear for my life, but now this is worse,
Since back then I had a reason to stay out
Of the hearse
Now life's just a curse
Just leaves me open for trouble,
I wanted castles in the clouds
But I ended up with rubble.