cunta
I’m so happy, I’m going insane,
I wanna disapear and hide away, just like saddam hussian,
schizophrenia, it’s such a lovely mental illness,
Beginning to show the signs, it’s not sweet its sour like citrus,
I’m angry, it’s probably due to tiredness,
but who even cares, sleep when you’re dead,
remember the womb? no, because it’s timeless.
cunt
I’m sick and tired of being a fucking doormat,
5 years means nothing when you act like a brat,
when my cash comes in you’re all about splashing it,
but when its you, I won’t be seeing you for shit,
maybe you should see, I’m not a fucking handout,
You’re like a big issue man, all I see is a doubt,
I’m tired of you, I don’t even have your back,
and when it comes to drugs, you treat it all like crack,
I just want a fat sack, not go clubbing, watch you get pissed off and then attack,
you know I’ve been thinking bout this for too long,
you may call, but you fuck off, when it all goes pete tong.
a message
Look everyone you care about is going to make you show emotion, good or bad, don’t lock yourself away from everyone, it’ll only make you sad, don’t be self-concious, who cares what they think? don’t become one of those people who just drown it in drink, just take a deep breath and utter out a smile, it won’t make the problems fade, but it could disguise them for a while.
branding jellys
“Let me show you something you should learn from this yeah… Your trusting the wrong people and your hating the wrong people, cos the people you trusted put that thing out and the people your hating are the man whos gunna teach you the lesson that you need to learn… Blessings to you brother”
please
Dear one and only,
I messaged you, but you still ain’t messaged back,
feeling kinda lonely, and I’ve got my life back on track,
I really wanna tell you something, but I can’t…..
cos whenever I have the confidence, I’m drunk…
I’ll wake up the next morning, look in the mirror,
then just rant, and I know I can’t, have you…
See I’m not good at this love stuff, but I want you again,
I wish it wasn’t a case of not if, but just when,
I wanted to tell you when we met in the gardens,
I wanted to hold your hand and watch as the sky darkens,
But I guess it’s the same old story, shit happens,
My heart was beating too fast, like a car I made sure my seatbelt was fastened,
See when I’m high, I’m paranoid,
Talking to you is something I always avoid,
I know I shouldn’t, but it’s something I wouldn’t, even put you through,
I’m a mumbling, stumbling, fucking mess,
and whenever I think too deeply, it keeps me in a stress,
See I wanna hold you close and we undress,
who the fuck cares if that sounds pervy, I don’t care I guess…
But whatever if you ever read this let me know,
if you’re the right person… Well I guess I’ll let my feelings show,
But if it’s not you, don’t feel let down,
that’s all I am anyway…
that and just a clown.
spare some change?
Back to the old format, I guess… Ranting pointlessly hasn’t been in my agenda for a while.
So I was talking to my friend and she reckoned alcohol will have another prohibition, I do doubt it though then what will those greedy fat cats of the goverment drink down with their caviar and quail eggs. Water? The picture above is what us the working class will become if everything carries on as it does. I mean really, fair enough pay a little for college or uni but why should we as people have to pay HUGE SUMS to get more qualifications AND THEN YOU’RE NOT ACTUALLY POSITIVELY SURE YOU’RE GOING TO GET A JOB OR BE ABLE TO PAY OFF THESE FUCKING LOANS. This country fucking sucks. Bye.
i’m taking off
alright bye bye, bye bye,
i’m shooting off, i’m gunna fly,
got some booze and got a bag,
but i’m bunnin in the winter,
not a cloud in the sky,
my eyes are red, so is my hair.
Haven’t done my hair today.
Eating frosties at lunch time; They’re better than cookie crisps. e_e
faggot
I need a job that’s part time.
Happier than ever, but this is a phase,
I guess all of you have never heard of a craze,
blaze, that’s how I spend my days,
and Kick back, relax,
at least it’s not crack? eh?
picture after picture, to hide your insecurities,
someones getting dirty looks for having impurities,
need a message, to have some sort of securities,
do I really need it, then all my flaws you’ll see,
I don’t care, keep the secrets in the basement,
get a tattoo, it’ll be forever, it’s engravement,
never get out cos the beast is gunna take you,
everything is fake and every image is a part you do,
like a book, like a memory box, like a fist it’ll hook,
then those moments that you wish were never took,
creep up slowly, everything you ever did was mistook,
I see the laughing, and you’re sounding like a hyena,
and I’m forever stood on the edge, holding nothing but a ribena.
judgement day
Now hush ya gums,
and just let me penetrate ya zone,
you have to be held by the hand,
can’t do it on ya own,
Gotta use and abuse,
everyones confined trust,
and if I had a secret,
it wouldn’t be you I choose,
I’ve seen the shit,
that you splur across town,
So up yourself,
So used to praise,
You’d think you’re wearing a crown,
I’m not sure if it’s me,
who’s the only one who can see,
but I’m sick and tired of hating,
I’m givin’ up on debatin’,
see I’ve finally decided,
it’s terminated,
i’ve shut it down,
don’t open the box,
don’t open panadoras box.
