"So Be It"

I thought that things were perfect
But now I know that the perfect world doesn't exist
Life only tries to break you down
Fed up, kicking at the ground

I though that you were everything
But now I know that everything is hit or miss
I never meant to take you down
I never wanted to make you frown

I only want you to be happy
I only want you to be happy
I only want you to be happy
And if that means life without me, so be it.

I only want you to be happy
I only want you to be happy
I only want you to be happy
And if that means life without me, so be it.

I miss having you with me
I miss every single thing about you
I can't tell you how much I still cry
Without having you by my side

It took me four days just to eat a bite
Will i make it through this? I just might, but I don't know
As each day passes by
A large part of me dies inside

I only want you to be happy
I only want you to be happy
I only want you to be happy
And if that means life without me, so be it.

I only want you to be happy
I only want you to be happy
I only want you to be happy
And if that means life without me, so be it.

Unknown "Mr.Punkass" - 16 years, 9 months, 1 day ago

Cockroaches are your gods. You are weak. You should pray to them. They are a more perfect life form than you. You are fucked up, with your idiotic idiosyncrasies. You have analysts, tranquilizers, you need vacations, you start wars, you commit suicide, you steal, you lie, you cheat. You are weak. You cannot survive, you are too busy hauling around that big brain of yours. You have to build jails to keep your own kind from killing you. You kill everything. You live in fear. You could never live with the simplicity and beauty of the roach. You have abortions. You engage in meaninglesss activity. You are weak, cockroaches are your gods. You're not even fit to kiss the smooth belly scales of the mother roach. You are repulsed by them, you fear them. There are more of them than there are you. You get squeamish at just the sight, they make you sick. You are weak. Cockroaches are your gods. Give up your plate of food to them. Whether you do or not, they will survive you and your stupidity. You try to kill them with gas and poison just like you do to your own kind. The roach comes back, stronger, faster, immune. You watch television, you lock your doors to protect yourself from your species. You put needles in your arms, you sell your bodies, you find and inventive ways to mutilate yourselves and others. You are weak. Cockroaches are your gods.

-- Henry Rollins
Unknown "Mr.Punkass" - 16 years, 9 months, 15 days ago