2002-05-30 | RANTING ABOUT A STOLEN GUITAR ("keystyle")

sitting here in the dark

wondering who stole my fucking guitar

why does it always happen to me

is somebody purposely doing this to me?

do i deserve to get fucked with

i thought the hard times were over and done with

but little things keep happening

that make me feel disenchanted

i'm so much happier then before

but i'm still stuck where i don't want to be

for now, i know, but it still sucks

and nobody seems to give a fuck

am i making a big deal about nothing?

i doubt it, because i'm not even pissed about the guitar being stolen

i just hope nobody steals anything else

stop stealing my happy feeling

stop robbing me of my comfort

stop violating me

i'm more upset that i'm here at all

this wouldn't have happened, if I was where I belong

I know it's a weird way to look at things

but it's all i have to complain about

everything is fine, but it could be slightly better

fuck that, it could be astronomically better

the weight on my back is as light as a feather

but i fear that i may not be done with the vicious weather

just a few more months i keep on telling myself

i'm so thankful i have her, and i neglect my good health

she's all i care about, and maybe that's my problem

but all the little things that happen, can't all be my fault

why can't i just be left alone

that's all i do is leave everyone else alone

it's like the more you ignore the world

the more they want to know about you, and why you're not like them

and why you're the way you are

and why you don't speak to them

and I don't care

all I want to see is her

all I want to hear is her

i only want to talk to her

i just want to be with her

stuck together in silence

more comfortable then you could imagine

nothing makes more sense then her and I in a room together

just seems like a natural thing

who the fuck stole my guitar?

who the fuck is keeping me away from her?

what kind of sick game is this?

everything will be better next week, and stuff

but why do we have to persevere through so many times that are rough

i stay out of everybodies way

but they won't stop bothering me

and the one's i want to listen

they don't wanna be there for me

or they don't know i want them around

i want to start a club for people like me

but none of them realize i'm an ideal member

they probably already have a club

and are wondering where there missing link might be

they must be like me

always complaining, but never trying hard enough to find a solution

i'm sure some people think my rants are noise pollution

all i can say is that i don't know it all

and that's part of what makes me so frustrated

i wish i had some answers

for these moments in the unknown

who the fuck stole my axe?

would somebody give me my innocence back?

- premature ejaculation | tantra +