Complitacted Times

[DoS Archive]

From: xvevan@aol.com (XvEvan)
Date: 23 Mar 2001 06:53:28 EST

Each day my shortcomings pick my pockets.
My faults were letters carved in stone.
As meaningful to you as words written in water
I'm left to walk this world alone

In a broken mold they made me
The black sheep of the family.
Worth less than zero,
My opinion and room temperature iq
I did something, now im nothing
Always wrong with this or that
Poisoned with fear watch it twist
My measily brain, mad.

Talk about me when my back is turned
Next time we meet it will be too late
The memory burned in my ears of what you said
And now I've got a recipe for hate. Taste it.

Dark clouds in the horizon make it hard to breathe
A walking mistake, but everytime I run away I just come back for more
The choice is clear, I could quit and fall on my sword
Or light a fire that sees who runs or stays and plays the confidence game

Im feeling quite invisible
I feel just like thin air
The truth it taunts me, that nobody wants me

I see the years below me
I watch it spinning there
Does someone, somewhere out there hear me?

Sentenced to walk in purgatory
My life is running down
I can't believe what they've done to me

I'm left to rot on a Warhorse
A man without a country

-Evan Rush Rynth