Combat Alone

By Matt Freire

I’m still waiting
I’ve been praying and begging
Still waiting
For the moment I’m happy just to have it all taken
Just to be waiting all over again
I pack a bowl
Hit liquid that can’t freeze for just a split second of life’s happiness
But yet
Yet again im crying inside
I'm Begging pleading yearning
And nothing will happen I might as well die
I'm not even living
Whats to live for if your down all the time
I feel like the road that is spit on in vein
Driven all over im blacken with pain
Every one takes the road for granted
Im not even the road im the dirt under it
Asphalt to dust
In your eye I might as well die

Well I wish you would
All you do is wine and moan
I’m the road
All black and dirty and such
I’m going to wet myself
People spit on me
I’m going to cry
And live in the interstate of loneliness
Are thoughts tears
Someone get him a towel to wipe up this mess
Man you need to grow up
Or you need a pasly pokadot dress
To match this life sucks fest
That you got going on
Every one gets looked over
Every one gets stepped on
live with it

You know what you are

oh are you going to retaliate

you are like the blanket that can never seem to cover my feet
and when it does my shoulders are as exposed as can be
You are like the hair in my bread
Or like the zit on my for head
You annoy me to the max I wish you were dead
Your like the fist in my face when im down
The rock in my shoe that can not be found
The wind blowing dust in my eye
The itch in my crotch that never seems to die
Your like the black bugger in my noise
Or the hang nail on my toes
You annoy me to the max I wish you were dead

Wow I can almost just feel your anger
I can see the steam rising off your tomato red face
For a moment there I thought you would cry
But you know toothpicks shouldn’t cry
Your so skinny you can hullo hoop in a cheerio
Back off me you don’t know me
If you’re going to attack me throw a fist and combat me
Don’t wine about how I'm hair in your mommy’s bread she made
Especially for you and I'm blowing dust in your eye tear
Go back and wine about the road
The inter state needs you to fill up some holes

You know what you are

Oh no you’re not done yet

You are like the water that splashes back when I take a crap
I don’t like you and I don’t like water splashed at me like that
Why must you attack me when my back is turned
Why can’t you just take your flushing and lean
leave me alone you appalling swank
if I was a pirate I would make you walk the plank
And if you want to pick on some one
Pick on that zit on your noise
Or other wise just leave me alone
But yet
I’m always there
Yet never when I want
I always push you away
But yet you is what I always want
And I am always alone
Whose really alone theses days