Clarksville Rant
My mind is like a 12 gauge
I’m cocked back and I’m full of rage
I’m too old for my age
And I hate the sight of an empty page
I’m full of anger accompanied by pain
It’s so hard sometimes just to breathe is a strain
I am my only enemy
Don’t know what the hell I’m going to be
It’s like I’m scared of the dark and black is all I see
Because my eyes are closed and I can’t see to flee
I’m full of stupidity and a lot of bad luck
It’s so hard sometimes to even give a fuck
I’m confused about a lot of things
And I can’t stand all the pain it brings
I quit answering the phone when it rings
I don’t even move when the doorbell dings
You see it’s shit like this that bugs me
Because it’s just a bunch of people that I don’t want to see
I hear people page my name at work all the time
But the people on the line ain’t no friend of mine
It’s just people from my past that I’m trying to put behind
I’m trying to carve a new path; I’m trying to walk a new line
You see it’s people like this that destroy who I am
It’s people like this that give me repercussions from the slam
I’ve hit rock bottom in so many different ways
I’ve played the star actor in so many tragic plays
And I’ve caught so many vapors that it leaves me in a daze
That my feeling of loneliness never goes it just stays
I can’t recall enough of my past to have much remorse
I can’t even remember enough to even see the source
You think by now that I should have earned
The right to burn someone instead of me getting burned
I swear these days that I’m starting to get concerned
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