starting nowwell to you it's all a fucking game,More Like This
the art, the music, the wit, the girls.
(so why me?)
was I really your only worthy opponent?
I regret ever deciding to get involved.
I regret my past obsession with winning.
(can you hear this? yes, I have regrets)
I admit it, you won
(if that's what you call winning coughcharliesheen)
I admit it; you turned me inside out
and set me on fire,
threw me against the wall
and made me watch it all.
it was my hubris, my tragic flaw,
the one thing I had set aside and ignored.
and now I can no longer fathom the idea of winning vs. losing,
because now that you have your thorny trophy all is fine and dandy,
I can crawl out of your shadow and start new, starting now.
Here goes the poetry...So here I am, just useless me... Carving into my arm the names of people who hurt me and just... Jagged lines.. The blood oozes and I can only think, "It's gotten old, hasn't it?" Maybe... Just maybe... If I cut a little deeper... That feeling will come back... And I will be able to dive deeper into the woozy feeling I get from losing blood... Hopefully, I'll be able to one day cut a little too deep without realizing it... And slip into the peaceful sleep of death... And never wake up... I realize I sound gruesome, but... I've never had people willing to listen before, so I wanted to let you guys at least know what I've been doing all these years, instead of making friends... I've never been called on before in class... If we ever have partners, the teachers don't ask "Why don't you have a partner?"... People never ask me if the seats at my tables are taken... So I just sit there, and wonder, "What did I do wrong? Why has no one ever wanted me around?"... And still, that question remaiMore Like This