Should I be happy or should I be sad
Can I decide what will be had
By myself and not others who try as they will
To ruin my mood and my cheap truncated thrills
Should I be cheerful or should I be sick
Why must you be such a prick
That steals and hits and flicks at my soul
Your never ever ending and out of control
Should I be loving or should I be hating
Of the things that show up so unexpected
Making my mind a wandering jew of thoughts
Of feelings of hatred and love as it rots
Should I be gleeful or should I be torn
With all of the things washed and worn
I tighten my belt and look the other way
Maybe just maybe I’ll be lead astray
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