Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Euthanize me captain, I’m ready for departure
Hanging on to the phone and hearing dead air,
I’m barely hanging on to the real world myself.
I’m still under the impression that all is well.
And then they storm in with their attitudes,
Making me feel like I am lower than the gravel they walk upon.
I’m still hanging onto that small bit of faith,
Which runs away when I acknowledge it.
Why doesn’t it stay and let me be real?
The world is unknowing of me,
But they are unknowing of the world,
And I am unknowing of feelings.
I don’t want to feel.
I think I should be euthanized
I just get so tired of hearing/caring/feeling this world.
April 16, 2004
Suge
*Sure the title is funny but the message is serious.
I’m barely hanging on to the real world myself.
I’m still under the impression that all is well.
And then they storm in with their attitudes,
Making me feel like I am lower than the gravel they walk upon.
I’m still hanging onto that small bit of faith,
Which runs away when I acknowledge it.
Why doesn’t it stay and let me be real?
The world is unknowing of me,
But they are unknowing of the world,
And I am unknowing of feelings.
I don’t want to feel.
I think I should be euthanized
I just get so tired of hearing/caring/feeling this world.
April 16, 2004
Suge
*Sure the title is funny but the message is serious.
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Euthanize me captain, I’m ready for departure
Euthanize me captain, I’m ready for departure
