I’m staring out of my window,
Another bright and sunny day,
The sun symbolizes some hope,
I’d rather see it rain anyway.
The children play in the street,
I note their every move in envy,
What I’d give to be that naive,
What I’d give to be that free.
They look for shapes in the sky,
Resembling cats, dogs and sheep.
I look up, I curse God, and cry,
Over the lives he’s taken from me.
All the children are deemed cute,
They still have feelings to hurt,
But you’ll be ugly one day soon,
And I’ll welcome you to my world.
There are so many things to learn,
Nobody will tell you this anymore:
Respect and dignity are earned,
And they will be your only savior.
Your faith is not as strong as glue,
And money still can’t fix cancer,
There is no such thing as truth,
And questioning life has no answer.
When I was little, I never thought,
I would have nothing to live for.
I was told happiness isn’t bought,
That’s the biggest lie I’ve heard.
I never thought I’d grow up a slave,
Just to earn an honest paycheck,
In a dead-end career that I hate,
But what for? Fuck, even I forget.
I can only break even for so long,
Before I feel no need to continue,
I feel I am singing the same song,
And it is not because I intend to.
How can I write about happiness,
If I have absolutely nothing to say?
The meaning of my life is pointless,
And I wish that it wasn’t this way.
Kids staring at the window again,
What I’d give for their problems,
Or to be as irresponsible as them,
Or to once again be a good person.