Life Is Sad
This old man begs me for a quarter
Instead I give him 12 dollars, all I've got
I know he'll go and blow it on booze
But it's alright
Life is sad
"This is what the inside of my head looks like"
She rips a sheet of notepaper from her journal
Crumples it into a ball and throws it in the trash
And she laughs
Life is sad
Cynics surrounding me
Pessimists right on the outside
I thought all they knew was skewed
I cup my ears to block them out
And I'm screaming,
"Life isn't that bad!"
Life is sad
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