2002-09-14 | symbol/cymbal/simple/symphony

i am reading probably the worst song i have ever written. or at least one of the top, no bottom five. so i'm going to just type the parts that are worthwhile, even if they don't make sense together. don't give me too much shit. i was like 19 when i wrote this.

"CRYBABY" (perhaps this would be a good song for mrs. carabba)

i cried all night for you, but you never heard.

i need someplace to put the pain that i seek (i don't even know what that means)

my pillow is wet and my mouth is dry

i don't even know why i cry

you don't know i'm here

so why do i waste another tear?

loving me is your biggest fear

i drown my hate mostly in beer

what is wrong with me? am i so bad?

why do i feel so sad over someone who doesn't even know i exist

ignoring me makes me want you more

i hurt my head

my eyes are red

did you hear what i said?

probably not, because i'm dead

i'll just do the usual and pass out on my bed

your addiction has been successfully fed

i would die for you, i think that i will

i think i already may have, so give me another pill

you're the only thing on my mind

but i'm running out of time

and still, all i do is whine

when you hear me, that's when i'll listen

with tears my face eternally glistens

out of tune, out of time, out of rhymes

- premature ejaculation | tantra +