What am I supposed to do about it?
What am I supposed to do?
Am I supposed to ignore
The awful pain in my chest?
Ignore the memories
And the dreams?
Ignore the happy times because
They remind me of the bad?
How fair is that?
How fair is it to say that?
But then I think
‘Life isn’t fair, now is it?’
Life isn’t fair to me or
Anybody else, now is it?
Well what if I said
Screw life?
What if I said
Fuck it all?
Would anyone turn their head?
Would my father even care?
Would my mum just turn
To the next kid in line?
Why cant I just think of other things?
Why cant I just think of the good with out
Then turning to the bad?
I cant think of one happy thought
With out then thinking of the
Misery at the end.
But then, why is there that
Misery at the end?
Why should it stay there?
I'm entitled to my happy though!
I deserve one happy thought,
Some memory from long ago.
But then I think of what
Happened next and begin to cry.
So… I cant just see the happy thought.
I'm doomed to see the bad.
Fine. I’ll see the awfulness,
The pain,
The hurt,
The loss.
I don't give a damn anymore.
I couldn’t care less.
So bring on the tears,
Tragedy and pain.
Bring on the yelling and hurt.
I'm ready!
I'm bared!
Come and get me!
Come and get me.
