Whine

These are the types of pieces I wrote because I was a dumb piece of shit who didn’t know anything about anything. No shame in admitting that fact. Again, I keep all grammatical errors on raw display.

Let me start from the beginning
It may be my fact
But seen as your fiction
This life
I never thought you listened from the start

I talked about my pains
Weither they be emotional or mental
Reverse schizofrenia is what i believe in
It takes too long to figure out

I have to wash my face again
Because the tears will never dissapear
So I’ll whine and I’ll cry
Waiting for you like a child with no boundaries
To hold and comfort me
So sad it won’t help

Was I that bad or was I that good?
My father went away, took a little trip as they say
What do the angels have that I don’t?
At first I thought it was the wings
Then I realized
It was my touch of death
That spewed so freely from my heart
I threw him away

So i sit here and i whine
Because
Because i can
Too bad, that’s why.

© 2002 DiRtY