You hang up the phone and leave the line dead But even after your voice fades You're still running through my head.
Oh yeah I'm laughing it up and smiling too much And even with this high-time happy I've got no luck With my scissors in hand running about I've lived with these things, I'm suppose to shout But I don't think it's a good time for anybody to hear Me running around at one AM singing I don't care.
So hold the world in your hands and laugh at all those freaks Who walk around saying things that don't matter being political wannabe's So since when did anybody care about how much Bush really sucked And why is it now that people say I'm lost oh no, spin around and say what the ******** Because minority isn't a majority but they try to make it seem like that Like they acually give a damn about the government and are constantly mad.
And maybe it's just me that wonders these things when I run around Splashing in the cold and wet rain before I fall into the ground But that'd be making me a real living hypocrit That one word that I would almost always admit
So that makes me the walking contradiction And that's the only part of my generation that's not fiction Because I'm lauhing it up and smiling too much And even at the end of this thing I've still got no luck.
Running around with scissors and I'm not yet dead But no matter what they say I still think the same things in my head That you're a loser and nobody really cares If I've got blonde hair or what I want to wear.
Whee. ^^ I felt like writing. Leave me along. Hah. Losers. I'm pretty good today. But I've been getting really hyper lately. To where I'm figiting a lot and talking a bit fast. All the time when I drink something. Wow. We played quarters again. They got blood ont eh table. Haha. Chris got murdered. Lovely. I'm the coolest rock star without a life ever. You know it.
Zombie Doll` · Fri Dec 02, 2005 @ 03:38am · 2 Comments |