I keep looking for a place to fit where I can speak my mind,
I've been trying hard to find people that I won't leave behind,
They say I got brains, but they ain't doing me no good,
I wish they could
Each time things start to happen again I think
I got something good goin' for myself
But what goes wrong?
Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel very sad
Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into
Sometimes I feel very sad
Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into
I guess I just wasn't made for these times
Every time I get the inspiration to go change things around,
No one wants to help me look for places where new things might be found,
Where can I turn when my fair weather friends cop out?
What's it all about?
Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin' for myself
But what goes wrong?
Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel very sad
Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into
Sometimes I feel very sad
Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into
I guess I just wasn't made for these times
I guess I just wasn't made for these times
I guess I just wasn't made for these times
I've been trying hard to find people that I won't leave behind,
They say I got brains, but they ain't doing me no good,
I wish they could
Each time things start to happen again I think
I got something good goin' for myself
But what goes wrong?
Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel very sad
Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into
Sometimes I feel very sad
Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into
I guess I just wasn't made for these times
Every time I get the inspiration to go change things around,
No one wants to help me look for places where new things might be found,
Where can I turn when my fair weather friends cop out?
What's it all about?
Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin' for myself
But what goes wrong?
Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel very sad
Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into
Sometimes I feel very sad
Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into
I guess I just wasn't made for these times
I guess I just wasn't made for these times
I guess I just wasn't made for these times
4 Comments:
I know where that place is; it's my back porch and you can sit and speak your mind any time!
mom
By
Anonymous, at 8:37 AM
Don't be sad, we have hockey tickets! Sure, sure, we may not have the same seats as on Saturday when Dewey from "Malcolm in the Middle" sat in front of us (heh, I sent the tip to our local gossip columnist - so sad that it made it into his column), but it's gonna be fuuuuuuuuuuun.
By
Anonymous, at 9:45 AM
Feeling better yet?
I miss you.
By
Kristal, at 2:05 PM
Blah, not really. I'd post, but I figure there's plenty of whiny angst on the internet already; I've heard many teenagers have blogs.
I sent Bleu a postcard yesterday. You can see my office building.
But not me. I'm inside.
By
Helly, at 2:27 PM
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