Rollercoaster Of What Next?
By Pityful Me
Anger, Joy, Pain These are the seats of my roller coaster I put myself in line But you pick the cars I ride I wonder if I'm just another sucker Following endless line of females Why you? Why me? If I just had the will-power To holler "Stop!" But, I can't take this anymore Then, I look back at the summit Feel your arms around, as you pick me up and spin me around All in jest, just for kicks And in turn two I felt the wind I came alive And below the crest I wallow in self hate Disgust, and remorse What are we doing? Rending apart not only of friendship But your mileage checker, your friend, your now enemy What happens when this ride ends? When this is all said and done As I stand in line for another Who'll be standing beside me? You, him, someone new? If I have any wisdom I will stand in line by myself... Choosing the next car of this crazy ride of what next? Written February 10th, 2002 © on Feb 10 2002 04:11 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Anger, Joy, Pain..."