Wait

When will it stop? Now, later maybe never I sit and wait for that day When I leave then maybe Maybe then, I won’t be here to hear it I cant wait till that very day That I don’t have to hear all the bull From anybody and everybody I’m tired of it all But even now it still comes to haunt me As if I did something wrong But no, what did I do NOTHING! Nothing at all! Except for trying and trying But then again it never works Everybody doesn’t even care to know All they know how to do is talk I’m so tired and worn out with the same stuff All the time, even if I did succeed It wouldn’t matter They don’t know how it feels and THEY DON’T CARE If they knew how it felt to be called all this… All these names that you’d never wish upon another It sucks to be called a “FATSO” BY YOUR OWN MOTHER! And for you “little” brother to follow in her footsteps You don’t know how it feels And I’d never wish it upon anyone else And then again…… I WAIT!