I don't know when life gets better
I don't know when you'll be happy.
I do know that it is gonna happen.
Mark my words, mark my words
I don't know if there is a god
I don't care either way.
I just know that I am blessed
in any non-religious way.
The dice is in the air
who knows where it lands
keeping pace with time and space
hot money changing hands
love is just a fairy tale
like Santa and his elves.
pushing emotion and caring up onto your shelves.
is it so unheard of that i cant be nice to someone
without YOU thinking im trying to seduce them?
it's a problem.
im happy, and that shouldn't be any concern of yours.
you hate whatever is 'wrong' with you
and to make yourself feel better
you shit on me.
like a cutter with a blade
you try to slice the agony away
but it doesnt work.
im talking to you
chubby black haired bastard
i dont like to hate on people
because it isnt right
but when you come at me
simply because im proud to BE me
then we have a problem.
THEN we have a fucking problem.