Wednesday, April 13, 2016

The ghost of a Basketcase.

Forgive me father for i have sinned.
I never stayed in the present, i just followed the wind.

And with every decision I've made I have regretted.
To all the missed out memories through my years I have the credit.

Imaginary fear had a hold on me.
Always told myself one day id break free.

As long as I can remember ive been asked why i am so stupit and lazy.
But in a more polite manner of course like a deviled daisy.

And to the blissfully ignorant I have to say.
Why did you feel that my private life was your buisness anyway?

Why dont you own new clothes, why don't you ever smile, why don't you care about anything ,why are you always late, do you really think that you are cool.
You seem to know me so well, you've filled out all the blanks so why do you need answers to those questions you obviously don't care about being cruel.

I wish i could say that i regret making fun of you for all your shenanigans and charades.
But i don't because karma is a bitch so hopefully the memory of you all fades.

Sometimes i would be afraid that I'd end up an alckoholic like some in my family tree.
But I can't see what's so temting about a drink that both looks and smells like pee.

I had a choice about loosing my virginity at the age thirteen.
But the way I saw it I either could live happily as a virgin or loose it to someone who was mean.

These days Its really hard to be inspired.
When you've lost faith in the things that you have desired.

I guess it's my fault I pushed everyone away, I was in too deep.
But nobody tried to save me from that everlasting sleep.

A long time ago I was so exausted with emotions that from life I had to take a break.
I tried so hard but couldnt take it back ,finally now its time to awake.

I don't know where i was but somewhere i did arrive.
I never thougt it was possible but you dont have to be dead to not be alive.

But now it's my time to shine, the race has begun, I heard the gun shot.
I have to move, i have to do something, for I fear I'm beginning to rot.

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