Notes From The Past 5: Immune...Oh Immunity?
But it gets harder each day cause all I do is complain.
I think I have relised that happiness is a side affect,
And I surely am immune to the disease.
I have been feeling as though I have to walk around the world,
To see if there is any room left for me to sit and dwell,
On all of the thoughts that create a needle in my vain,
I want to take away every inch of this God forsaken pain.
I followed a butterfly half way around the world,
Now tell me was it really worth it for this girl,
I dunno maybe but I'll let the judge decide,
Should I be behind bars on this hot summers night.
I'd like to welcome you to my life on this Christmas day,
I'm sitting by the phone, but it has nothing to say.
I hope that when it rings it will be my Mother,
But it's looking like she wont make it through.
Each day it gets worse and she can barely speak,
If only i had been a good son then maybe she wouldn't be so weak
But there is no point to hang around and think about life,
So I guess maybe I can go to sleep for longer then tonight...