is angry with the world tonight..
dejected, cynical, impoverished soul...
who knows its all a callous cycle of worthlessness...
who needs an angel to show the way again...
somehow I know...
that angel can only be found...
within myself...
no one is gonna help you...
no one is gonna pick you up...
no one is gonna take you to places...
and make you smile...
that fairytale angel...
merely work of a conjurer's spell...
the burden is on me...
to stir up a potion...
and brew my own directions...
maybe that's why i lost faith in religion...
cos i can't feel no guardian angels...
welcome to the real world...
no angel's gonna help you...
if you can't help yourself...
then sorry dude you're doomed...
doomed...
doomed...
doomed...
oh but don't pick yourself up too high...
cos the world is gonna let you down again...
it's not as sweet and rosy as luckier people have described...
there's only that one in a million...
meanwhile nine nine nine nine nine nines...
I went off @
1:56 PM
Tuesday, December 1, 2009