I’m sick of being impatient
Sick of sitting in my room waitin
Prayin that a chance will punch me in my jaw
But that’s so flawed it’s just an imaginary thought
So I figured i better stand the fuck up and do it myself
That’s all I need I don’t fuck with nobody else
Cause nowadays who can you really trust not a girl not a friend
I’d rather put my faith in a stranger on a bus
and that’s tough
to realize how true that is
I ain’t gonna wear it
Even if you think that’s the shoe that fits
The world to caught up with who the newest is
that’s gonna define what real music is
But what’s true is this
It’s all the same
Whether you like it or not don’t you fuckin complain
Cuz what’s in my brain might not reciprocate his, or hers, or theirs, or in due time even my fucking kids
I can keep on going I wrote me down a fuckin list
I get pissed feeling like I’m all alone
But that’s the reason why I write because that ain’t true at all
I just express it more atleast that’s what I’m told
But I won’t fold or sell my soul just to make a quick penny
I can do it if I want and sure I’ll see plenty
Sure I got envy
For the people who do it blindly
But how you lay your head down at night can you remind me?
Don’t laugh in my face and say right on my stack of money
Cause deep inside you lonely too and that ain’t fuckin funny
That’s why we overdosing
That’s why we comatosing
Putting up barriers just hoping nobody would notice
But I’m a hypocrite
Because as much as I reveal
I hide much more in between walls of steel