So im not sure why but all the sudden i feel serious... i dont know exactly what i want to get off my chest but i gotta say... something... well i dont know what to do for mothers day... i was trying to make a song for her and perform it in church sunday, but my perfectionist side kicked in and i cant fuckin get it right enough! my bill are too big, and checks are too small, my truck is thunder fucked. huh... im not sure what im gonna do but i have to admit... this is all too familure. hell, my whole life has been spent struggling to make ends meet. All i've ever wanted to do is sing my songs on a stage and finally get out of that bottomless whole... the worst part is, i have not a damn thing to offer... sure im in shape, funny, kinda smart, i work hard, sing, play the guitar, and i've been accused of giving one hell of a massage, but pairing with me is like climbing abord a sinking ship. i cant do anything but bring someone down with me... so i counter measure by chearing up someone who is deppressed, or tipping a pissed off waitress... small things to give me a part in society. but shhh... dont tell anone... secretly, im just as depressed as everyone else. i wake up and look at myself everyday with a scorn. the only difference is. i know lifes a bitch thats always on the rag. so i say fuck her... i'll live how i fuckin feel like livin. thats what makes me smile. thats what drives me on. i got TWO middle fingers and im just waitin to fly them bitchez!