[chapter 1]
I'm looking for things to do; got nothing.
Feeling like a lonely loser; keep fronting.
Grew up around a grippa girls; no game.
No idea 'how to' or 'what to'; no fame.

Trying to keep a pose; gaining nothing.
Raising up some attention; then nothing.
Speak out as a cry for help; seen pathetic.
Impossible to gain anything now; painful headaches.

[chapter 2]
Okay, I'll try sports, maybe that will work.
Wait, no, I have no skills; that I can't twerk.
Maybe some advice from an unclose friend.
Looking; trying; converses soon end.

I can't do anything, helpless, truly emotional.
...end.



I'll be surprised if you comment, because all of this is true and ... I just put everything I feel right now into that little thing.

7/15/08 1:30am (approx)