Not Too Bad

Here we go again... I wrote more song lyrics. I can't decide if this one is cheerful or depressing. I guess it might depend on the music you set it to.

Well I woke up this morning,

And I got out of bed,

And I managed that all on my own.

I've got someplace to live,

And I keep myself fed,

And I don't have a kidney stone.

 

I'd say it's,

Not too bad.

I don't know why I'm sad.

Even on a bad day,

I'm really doing ok.

My life is not too bad.

 

Well the town where I live

Has a grocery store,

With a pharmacy six blocks away.

I've got electricity,

So I can watch some TV,

And I shower most every day.

 

I'd say it's,

Not too bad.

I don't know why I'm sad.

Even on a bad day,

I'm really doing ok.

My life is not too bad.

My life is not too bad.

 

Oh, I've got a nice sink,

And there's water to drink,

And a toilet that flushes my poo.

And I had enough time,

To write up this rhyme,

To explain all my blessings to you.

 

I'd say it's,

Not too bad.

I don't know why I'm sad.

Even on a bad day,

I'm really doing ok.

My life is not too bad, oh no.

My life is not so bad.

 

I've got access to a phone,

So I'm not really alone,

And I've even got a custom ringtone.

I've got window screens,

To keep out the bees,

And I don't live in a war zone.

 

I'd say it's,

Not too bad.

I don't know why I'm sad.

Even on a bad day,

I'm really doing ok.

My life is not too bad.

Oh yeah, my life is not to bad.

I'd say it's,

Not too bad.

I don't know why I'm sad.

Even on a bad day,

I'm really doing ok.

My life is not too bad.

Even on a bad day,

I'm really doing ok.

My life is not too bad.

My life is not too bad.

My life is really not that bad.

Really not so bad.

 

A Week Since You Left

The last set of song lyrics that I posted were really upbeat and positive and sappy. In the interest of balance, here is one that leans in the opposite direction. I'm not actually bipolar. It's just poetry. I can write this stuff without actually feeling the emotions the narrator must be feeling. Honest.

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It's a week since you left,

And I'm so bereft,

A mangled-up ball of emotion.

I feel like a sham,

And I don't give a damn.

I'm struggling to go through the motions.

 

I can't let you see that I'm falling apart,

But when I go out I don't know what to do.

I can't let you know that you've torn out my heart,

So I try to pretend I can live without you.

 

It's a week since I've slept,

And I'm such a mess,

But I put on a brave face and fake it.

I think about you,

And I know what to do.

It hurts but I just have to take it.

 

So no one can know that I just want to die.

I pretend to believe I can find someone new.

I walk through the park and I stare at the sky.

If you found out you'd hurt me, that might hurt you.

 

For a week you've been gone,

And my life is just done,

Since I have no more use for my future.

I'm deeply obsessed,

And completely distressed,

Because thinking about you is torture.

 

But I relish the hurt, it reminds me of you,

I don't want to forget or get over the pain.

You're my reason to live even though we are through,

And forgetting would mean that I'd lose you again.

 

For a week I'm alone,

And I guess that's the plan,

Even though it's incredibly lonely.

I will learn not to fuss,

And I'll do what I must,

And I'll think about you, and you only.

 

So go, live your life, and forget about me,

I promise I won't let you know of my pain.

I wish you the joy, be content and carefree,

Go, leave me behind, and find true love again.

 

I Have Wandered

I have wandered lost and blind,

Within the confines of my mind.

My mental state was slowly sinking.

I needed to explore my thinking.

But the dolor that is lodged

Within my brain, still remains,

When I am done rethinking.

 

My mind has such a hollow shape,

An empty cage I can't escape.

If all my thoughts could be directed,

A useful structure thus erected,

Something good and useful might

Even be gained, or obtained,

Some evil circumvented.

 

Would I, could I, do some good?

I have no doubt at all I should.

Alas, I doubt that I am able,

The notion seems like just a fable,

For the focus, I am missing,

And the lack, holds me back,

Making me quite unstable.

 

[instrumental metal segment here, with maybe some incomprehensible growl vocals]

 

Chained to myself, I cannot break away.

I babble, but I know I have nothing good to say.

Sick to death of life, I am terrified to die,

I question all my goals, and I cannot answer why.

My dark thoughts tear me up, I have no one to confide,

It's eating me alive, all bottled up inside.

I want to go away, but there's nowhere left to turn.

I'm doomed to ride it out, and then in hell to burn.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

 

In the dark I sit and brood,

Savoring my somber mood.

But all my thinking turns to folly,

Empty, hollow, meloncholy,

And dejected, I return

To what I know, so I go

Back to the crass and bloody,

 

For I am quite unstable,

Oooooooooooooooooooooooh!

And I am done with thinking.

 

Londonderry Err

O [person], Dear,

Mine heart, mine heart is broken,

For I dispair, to ever hear a word,

A word from you,

A word that love betokens,

That word I long to hear,

But I will not.

 

And so I go,

I go but I am saddened.

I go to live a life of solitude,

A life alone,

Without you in my presence,

Oh [person] dear, oh dear,

I am alone.

 

So fear ye not,

Oh [person] dear, be happy,

For if I leave, I leave you well alone.

And if I go,

I'm sure you will find someone,

A better man, for you,

Than I could be.

 

And as for me,

Mine end, mine end is fitting,

There is for me, a better match indeed.

For if I can't

Have you then I want no one.

And that is good,

For no one wants me too.

 

Sung to the tune Londonderry Air