Cant i feel sorry for myself, you and i both know i am a loser. Never really done anything that mattered, need to talk to my friend, maybe get a little closer. Loser ,loser , yeah that`s me, don't know what I really want to be. Sometimes easy things are hard to see, especially when it comes to me. Why do i have to be so slack, lying face down , not on my back. Sitting here in my favorite chair, with nothing to do but stare. Watching the outside, it is starting to rain, going threw to many things in my brain. Like pain, suffering, anguish, loneliness; i hate when i get like this. Every once in a while I get this way, always on a dark and dreary day. Don`t know how to get out of my hole, that really is my greatest goal. Feeling like the loser that I am, don't do the things that I know I can. Motivation is what I really need, get a job, or go do a good deed. Shaking like a leaf,because I am so cold, I never really have been so bold. As to tell people what i am really thinking, well maybe when i have been drinking. Why am I telling all this anyway, as if you care to even say, What it is that you actually want, wish you could but you don't. Call me a loser, that`s what I am!!