sick of it all
why the heck are dogs are barking at me?
why the heck is the wind mocking me?
even the way the branches blow in the trees,
it seems like god is against me,
I don't have time to sit here and explain it,
even though I have all the time in the world,
when I walk into a store, I think,
should they all pay attention to me,
or should I let them go about their business,
but by letting them go about their business,
am I being too unsociable?
I guess I'm really kind of sick of it all,
and if you wonder about my state of mind,
don't worry it's been this way now for some time,
I just keep tumbling down the hill,
only to get up and do the same thing over and over again,
the smilies to my right are a sharp remembrance of
what my life is like, there's always someone
beating you over the head, and always someone
cheering you on, why should I go on,
only to be crushed again, when does the crushing end,
sometimes I can laugh when I'm falling down,
hitting every stone along the way,
other times I want to swing,
and other times I am afraid,
will I be able to look myself in the mirror,
the next time it happens,
who the hell cares?
all I know is I'm sick of it all
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