Hiya people, haven't been here for a coupla of days...I feel sick, and I'm having a rocky time with my parents today...my dad is being my dad, which you'd get if you were here...I just feel like sleeping forever, but then I sleep and I have bad dreams, so I think I'll talk to you guys, because you guys rule. I hate feeling like I'm in that cloudy spot and I don't know what to do...man...I just feel like crap today, so don't mind me.
Lost in clouded pain
That has no name
"What's wrong with Joy?"
Never heaing that refrain
Only, "What we gonna do?"
And blaming each other
On this hand, a father
On this one, a mother
The mother is wonderful
Most of the time
Except when she loses it
And makes me cry
The father is funny
But his head isn't right
He wants the world for him
So they always have to fight
But it isn't normal fighting
Between parents, not at all
Where the children sit and
Never have a say but only fall
And though I find myself kicking
Wishing something would fall into place
I find that I'm still scared
Of that horrifying face...
Just that word, "Well, let's go..."
And he thinks he doesn't know
That I'm crying over him...
So I cry some more...
And to leave would be to lose it
And to stay is to stay in pain
And I find the world repeated
Those old, stupid refrains
"What are we gonna do?" she asks me
Over and over again
I'm going to live, I'm going to die
And I'll do it all over again.
Joy |
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