Tuesday, August 8, 2006

Hard Days


And so what about me?
Yeah, what about me?
Who cares about being dumb?
Who cares about being a loser?

You can hate me now or never.
That doesn’t change the fact about me.
And what about me?
Who cares about being laughed at?
Who cares about being talked about?

Say anything you want to say to my face now.
It doesn’t make any difference.
As if it’s a big thing you’re making a fuss about,
Well, I’m just as stupid as can be.

I’m so unfortunate for all time’s sake.
No other awful thing more awful than now,
can describe an awful life as awful as this;
The feeling of being nothing more than nothing.

Unaccepted.
Unloved.
  Forsaken.




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