The 10 syllable vent.
• Written by SeeYouLaterBoy
Lying in bed, trying to sort out my head cos,
What the fuck do I do, ain't got nothing
To do, rooms a mess, living in a zoo
Feeling the pressure from above, not god
But another father, would I rather
Get a job, go collage, give up play cod
Saying fuck giving up, meaning it but,
Why then do I play it, waste of my life,
Do I use it to escape, to break strife
To fly free, no problems, soaring down down
Into a sidewalk, no problems, yeah
But wait. You can't come back, you got no spare
How could you be so evil, show no care
For your loved ones, so don't you dare say that
You have none, that's bullshit, now take a break
Kit kat, uh huh it's going down like that, so
Back to basics, keep calm, no gulps just sips
Life in small measures, that's what they tell you
But what's the point in living, no pleasures,
joy, got to please her, society's a bitch
Finger on trigger, can't scratch this damn itch,
Wondering which moment would be best to,
End it all, I don't even fly, I flew
In the past, what do I do now that's true
Want to achieve my potential, be the
one who is inspirational, be the
One who is motivational, but no.
Lied by society who said I could be,
Whatever I wanted, since when did I,
Want to be a failure. Damn
since when did I want to be a failure.
This is just one massive vent, still not spent
Not spent, still smiling and spending until
I can't do it anymore, the ending.
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SeeYouLaterBoy
Member since April 12 2014