Inside A Mug

Pick me up with your spoon because right now I feel so small
With all the riches in my life at the moment everything still seem so tall
Burning in the boiling water I keep telling myself to grow some balls
But I keep on running into dead ends and bumping into porcelain wall

Yeah yeah I know you have grown tired listening to all this
You would rather hear me say ‘it’s rosy let’s have some more of that kiss’
But I can’t help it if my life feels like a death sentence from the beast
At times the pain is so real it doesn't matter how hard I hold my fist

I’m at the point where I no longer bother to ask why
It’s easier to fake ignorance than to break fingers digging up the root and cry
Because as soon as the tears stop flowing and I wipe my eyes dry
I’ll be back laughing with my forsaken soul on the same pathetic high

31 years and still all I can see is only the light at the end of the tunnel
Like a never ending journey through a never ending murky canal
Don’t you dare telling me to get some perspective from the stories of them all
No chicken soup nonsense can ease the bulging ache inside from all the wobbles

Now I do understand I always come out looking like a whiny princess
A weak brat who cries like a sissy when things don’t fall into their places
But I know what I’m doing and trust me I’m not being an ungrateful jackass
This is just to let it all out so I can release all the bottled restlessness

So get lost and save your lecture because I know my life sucks
I’ve been lucky all my life and now it looks like I’m running out of luck
Looking to the past present and future I feel like a tiny hopeless little bug
Just waiting for the time, drowning and dying inside a mug




I have got to stop listening to Eminem!