That polka beat is playing in my head again. Not because I want it to. It's
just my brain playing an evil trick on me. I try not to think of it, or
about anything for that matter. I just gotta run. Gotta keep running.
There's no time to think of where or how, I'll just run. I'll run as far as
my legs can take me. Ah, stupid song! The irony is engrosing.
"Everything you know is wrong...Everything you know is wrong...Everything you know is wrong..."
A song never drove someone to insanity, or so I think. WHY WON'T THIS THIMG STOP! I mean, this song usually puts me in a good mood. I love Weird Al. But it seems to have a reverse effect on me today for a reason I know all too well. Oh, God...where do I go from here...
Three freakin' years, down the emotional toilet. Three years, all buched up in that one sentence. Three years of cluttered feeling finally coming out to that one person.Three years looking at that one girl square in the eye every day and not even getting a glimpse back. Three fucking years...wasted. God damn song! Quit being so ironic! Why am I running away? Fear? Agony? Both? Fuck, this is a lot to bear. I didn't think that if she said stuff like that, it would be such a big deal. It is.
"Everything you know is wrong...Everything you know is wrong...Everything you know is wrong..."
No, Mr. Yankovic, that's not right. Most of the stuff I know is wrong. But not this ONE thing that has to be right! It can't be. Why are people so cold and cruel. Don't they get it? Dont't they get any of this? Jeez, what the hell am I saying, I don't even get it...I got this dark voice in the back of my head going "Just run. Run like the dog you are. If you treasure your scrotum, you will keep running." What's worse, I actually beleive that voice. I'm going nuts!
"Everything you know is wrong...Everything you know is wrong...Everything you know is wrong..."
GAAAAAH! To Hell with you, to Hell with all of you! Love, ach! There's no such fucking thing. It's just blind hope that someone out there actually gives a damn if you like them or not...that you live to tell about it or not. Love's pointless. Love's impossible. And if it was, someone would be here to stop me from making the biggest mistake of my life. Death...It's a way out, but it's not an option. No, I can,t pull this off. It ain't humane. I look at it this way. I'd rather suffer through the emotional aches and pains of these insults, these daggers through my chest that end it all here and now.
Now, I'm just a guy on the sidewalk, crying my eyeballs out asking "Why? Why me? Why this!" All for a girl. One person. But there's just something somewhere inside that drives these offbeat feelings. Fuck, this is just the jabber of a confused mind. I don,t know what to think anymore. The only thing I can do is sit, wait and sceam obscenities at the top of my lungs. Hoping for another shot at this.
"Everything you know is wrong...Everything you know is wrong...Everything you know is wrong..."
A song never drove someone to insanity, or so I think. WHY WON'T THIS THIMG STOP! I mean, this song usually puts me in a good mood. I love Weird Al. But it seems to have a reverse effect on me today for a reason I know all too well. Oh, God...where do I go from here...
Three freakin' years, down the emotional toilet. Three years, all buched up in that one sentence. Three years of cluttered feeling finally coming out to that one person.Three years looking at that one girl square in the eye every day and not even getting a glimpse back. Three fucking years...wasted. God damn song! Quit being so ironic! Why am I running away? Fear? Agony? Both? Fuck, this is a lot to bear. I didn't think that if she said stuff like that, it would be such a big deal. It is.
"Everything you know is wrong...Everything you know is wrong...Everything you know is wrong..."
No, Mr. Yankovic, that's not right. Most of the stuff I know is wrong. But not this ONE thing that has to be right! It can't be. Why are people so cold and cruel. Don't they get it? Dont't they get any of this? Jeez, what the hell am I saying, I don't even get it...I got this dark voice in the back of my head going "Just run. Run like the dog you are. If you treasure your scrotum, you will keep running." What's worse, I actually beleive that voice. I'm going nuts!
"Everything you know is wrong...Everything you know is wrong...Everything you know is wrong..."
GAAAAAH! To Hell with you, to Hell with all of you! Love, ach! There's no such fucking thing. It's just blind hope that someone out there actually gives a damn if you like them or not...that you live to tell about it or not. Love's pointless. Love's impossible. And if it was, someone would be here to stop me from making the biggest mistake of my life. Death...It's a way out, but it's not an option. No, I can,t pull this off. It ain't humane. I look at it this way. I'd rather suffer through the emotional aches and pains of these insults, these daggers through my chest that end it all here and now.
Now, I'm just a guy on the sidewalk, crying my eyeballs out asking "Why? Why me? Why this!" All for a girl. One person. But there's just something somewhere inside that drives these offbeat feelings. Fuck, this is just the jabber of a confused mind. I don,t know what to think anymore. The only thing I can do is sit, wait and sceam obscenities at the top of my lungs. Hoping for another shot at this.