It was easier when I was angry
When I was filled with hate
When I wanted nothing more
Than your head on a plate
It’s harder now I’m ‘better’
As the bitterness subsides
For all I have been left with
Is this hollowness inside
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It was easier when I was angry
When I was filled with hate
When I wanted nothing more
Than your head on a plate
It’s harder now I’m ‘better’
As the bitterness subsides
For all I have been left with
Is this hollowness inside
“So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?”
– Hunter S. Thompson
If it
is a
choice
Between
land or
sea
I can
tell you
right now
Which
one’s
for me
Arsing
about
working
from
home
Has
never
been
such
fun
Watching
TV
whilst
getting
paid
For
doing
the
bare
minimum