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SSDD

i’ve been feeling kinda down
for the last couple of days
and although I never frown
this is a depressing phase

i know i’m not the first
to go through a bad patch
yet I feel I must be cursed
but its nothing you can catch

there is nothing to live for
is the way it seems to me
life's a major freaking bore
with only work and TV

i know exactly what is wrong
but there’s nothing I can do
short of sucking on a bong
and popping a few pills too

Same Shit Different Day
is what I’m suffering from
life’s a million shades of grey
just a series of humdrum

i figured if I died
this feeling would go away
coz I’m really sick and tired
of going through this every day

so why not end it all
i ask myself today
why not walk to the edge and fall
the voice in my head seems to say

she’s never going to do it
you’re probably starting to think
true, my dad would have a fit
but I still need to see a shrink

because the way things are looking
even if I survive the week
soon of death I will be thinking
if my future remains this bleak

i’ve got lots of things to say
about why I feel so sad
but that’s a story for another day
coz this rhyming is fucking bad

the hole i'm in seems deep
but i hope that in the morning
i'll rouse up from my sleep
to a beautiful day a-dawning

Comments

Bent Fabric said…
I'm sorry you're in a bad place right now. :(

{{{Lyn}}}
8/06/2005 4:30 AM
Lyn said…
:)
No worries.
I'll snap out of it.
8/08/2005 11:16 AM
Bent Fabric said…
I know what you mean. :)
8/08/2005 4:22 PM
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