drunk on a Saturday evening

Life's a bitch
& that's a fact,

but that's one of the things
u realise once u're all outta tact,

No use plannin now
cause it's all a lost cause,

it's gonna keep comin & railin ya
without so much as a pause,

shattered dreams, causes lost
which one do i regret the most,

each regret greater than the other
loss & more loss the fact of the matter,

what could've been had i done that
what is now other than a cold hard fact,

there's no escape, conscience is a killer
it spares no one, everybody's fodder,

truth flows out when u're high
kinda feels like walkin on the sky,

so I think i'd better hurry up with this
before sense takes over & i start wonderin why?

all ur life you fight not to come last
thinking there'll be happiness, sum sorta class,

but everytime u see them movin ahead
that voice in ur head gets activated,

all day, every waking hour
it riles ur state with it's power,

get up, get dusted, run, in the race stay,
else what's the world gonna say?

there goes a loser, could've but dint try hard enough
probably wasn't made of the hard stuff,

it's a bad time to be my age, my position,
no one to hear ya out, no one sayin you're sane,

cause that's the reality of our life & times
succeed & succeed u must, that's the unyeilding truth,

be prepared to face it, however ugly it might seem
if u gonna be sumwhere, it's as part of what the others' dream,

i ask, is it my fault if i stay content?
i wait for the answer, but all i hear is the wind .....