Pro-Pain

Fuck This Life

Sittin' here like a drunk poet.
My cups half full and I’d never know it.
Although I should have, I never gave up.
I’m like a thirsty dog with a half empty cup.
But each dog will have his day (they say).
I’m still here though I hate to feel this way.
I lived the dream that I dreamt as a kid.
Yes I did, but, hey!
Fuck this life!
I’m getting sick and tired of all of this pain, the struggle and the strife.
Hey!
Fuck this life!
I’m getting sick and tired of all of this pain, the struggle and the strife.
So, fuck this life!
I’m all about relentlessness.
You’re all about pretentiousness, and when I think that I’m losing it,
I know you’re there to make me feel like shit.
Perhaps a reason is there somewhere, but can you find somebody who cares enough
to make it matter in this thing called life?
It’s all gray (not black and white).
Hey!
Fuck this life!
I’m getting sick and tired of all of this pain, the struggle and the strife.
Hey!
Fuck this life!
I’m getting sick and tired of all of this pain, the struggle and the strife.
So, fuck this life!
Is anybody home? Anybody there?
Was this all in vain?
Does anybody care?
No!
Is anybody home? Anybody there?
Was this all in vain?
Does anybody care?
No!
So let’s go!
Hey!
Fuck this life!
I’m getting sick and tired of all of this pain, the struggle and the strife.
Hey!
Fuck this life!
I’m getting sick and tired of all of this pain, the struggle and the strife.
So fuck this life, and fuck yours too!