I suck at keeping my cool.  I see those shady fuckers starting to drool.  Just say a few things to them; take them to school.  Their psychopathic mind, I can use as a tool.  Then I rule.

But I'm cruel.  No better than their failed plan.  I'm such an April fool.  Look in the mirror; all I see is the ghoul they'll ignore in a duel that nobody wins, so take this stool.

Sit down, shut up and listen.  It's my ass they'll be kissing.  Save all the hate and dissing; or be on the milk and missing.

Living every day, high on my own supply, like it's my last, and I'm gonna die.  Never thought I'd be that guy.  Staring up at the sky, asking why.  There's no answer.  They must be shy.  Or maybe I'm only worth one last goodbye.

Note to self: no need to pout.  They can't hear you shout.  Take a different route and let it all out.  No doubt if you jot it all down the thoughts will begin to sprout.  From there you'll be left with the answers you scout.

Nobody left.  Nobody right.  Hold it all in for the rest of the night.  Be afraid; full of fright.  Wanting to take flight but with no place to go I just might crash into the light and burn the remaining thoughts holding my sanity in tight.  I may be hungry, but I don't bite.  These are only the words I write.

Start taking this serious before you make them furious with your delirious ways.  Set it ablaze.  I can go on for days.  Doing it all for that endless gaze, being in a daze, looking for a way in and out of this maze.  But I'm fine, as long as the music plays where everyone stays and behaves.

The end?

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