Why does my life have to be this way.
Why is it that everything bad always comes this way.
I never could understand why I always got dumped on.
Parents of my, Parents of friends...
It seems like I'll be dumped on till life has signalled the end.
If I was layin upon my death bed would it really stop.
Would they really apollogize for putting me there before my heart stops.
Or would I go into the after life thinking that nobody really gave a fuck.
Thinking to myself that I really didn't know what to do with my own life.
As I look at myself I can only wonder what was the cause of her choosing to be my wife.
Is she really going through the same shit that I am.
Or is it what really is ment to be.
Sometimes I wish I could forsee.
Forsee the future an find out what's really going to be.
How will I end up, how will I spend up my life.
When my last coin of life gets used up.
Will I be the same man I am now or will I be bruised up.
I won't know till my time has came an gone.
Are things going to be over drawn.
I won't know anything till it's too late.
Even though the smallest things seem to make me irrate.
- Shane Diamond -