I’m Good For Nothing
By Shane
I used to play guitar till I broke all my strings I tried to make a band but I don’t know how to sing Something tells me, I’m good for nothing I tried to save life’s, until I couldn’t breathe Someone else had to save me Something tells me, I’m good for nothing I try so hard to be, all that I can But it’s hard when you feel, more like mouse than man Something tells me, I’m good for nothing I want to be an equal, at least that’s what I’m told As my eyes they grow stupid, my body grows old Something tells me, I’m good for nothing Open book, of my life you’ll see sirens warning Take one look at my face and you’ll see god is yawning Something tells me, I’m good for nothing Take a page from my novel, and you will see I am not what life lets, just what I can be Something tells me, I’m good for nothing As read all my letters, take a look and see Through the ink and the pages, the emptiness is me Something tells me, I’m good nothing If your feeling good for nothing, Then feel ashamed You are wrong in my head As my finger points the blame Something tells me, I just cannot be trusted To live and lye awake I’m good for nothing Written April 3rd, 2002 © on Apr 02 2002 10:39 PM PST 10 • 0
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"I used to play guitar till I broke all my strings..."