This Ain't a Scene, its a (God-Damn) Arms Race.
The more I think about it,
The harder it gets for me to find the things that
Used to make me happy and I know it’s all been said before but...
I give no name to those who claim
The right to use our lives for power games.
Some people are just jerks. They were born that way. They came into this world kicking, screaming, ripped from the womb... as jerks.
The sperm was a jerk, the egg was a jerk and together they made a pure-bred jerk.
Some people were born into this world naked on the outside, naked on the inside. If they are jerks it's only because the world made them that way. The world made them fight for every scrap and the world made them hate every struggle. They will never win, they will never get the last word and at the end of the day they will sit alone trying to cry away everything the pure-breds have put them through.
Pure-bred jerks have mummy's who tell them they are great. Who never reprimand their ways. They have boyfriends they abuse and students they trample. They have never had anyone be a real jerk, I mean a real, whole-hearted jerk to them before, because they are always jerks first. They always have something to say, they always have a story that is just that much better, they know it all and they don't ever back down. They watch out for the world-ly jerks, they lick their lips as they get closer and when they least expect it they slap a "kick me" sign on their backs.
They remind the ones, born naked, that life isn't fair. That maybe everything won't work itself out and sometimes just being alive really sucks.
They ruin weekends, they destroy birthday's and holidays and they make people like me cry like a naked baby.
But the worst part, the part that really burns my soul. People like Joyce and Danielle, they will never get their come-up-ans. They were born jerks and they will die jerks but they will never really know how much a of a jerk they really are.
When I graduate, if Joyce is there, I will tell her. I will tell her what a jerk she is and how much I hate every ounce of her (and that's alot). Maybe it won't solve anything other than make me feel so much better. Give me the last and final word and really burn that bridge.
The more I think about it,
The harder it gets for me to find the things that
Used to make me happy and I know it’s all been said before but...
I give no name to those who claim
The right to use our lives for power games.
Some people are just jerks. They were born that way. They came into this world kicking, screaming, ripped from the womb... as jerks.
The sperm was a jerk, the egg was a jerk and together they made a pure-bred jerk.
Some people were born into this world naked on the outside, naked on the inside. If they are jerks it's only because the world made them that way. The world made them fight for every scrap and the world made them hate every struggle. They will never win, they will never get the last word and at the end of the day they will sit alone trying to cry away everything the pure-breds have put them through.
Pure-bred jerks have mummy's who tell them they are great. Who never reprimand their ways. They have boyfriends they abuse and students they trample. They have never had anyone be a real jerk, I mean a real, whole-hearted jerk to them before, because they are always jerks first. They always have something to say, they always have a story that is just that much better, they know it all and they don't ever back down. They watch out for the world-ly jerks, they lick their lips as they get closer and when they least expect it they slap a "kick me" sign on their backs.
They remind the ones, born naked, that life isn't fair. That maybe everything won't work itself out and sometimes just being alive really sucks.
They ruin weekends, they destroy birthday's and holidays and they make people like me cry like a naked baby.
But the worst part, the part that really burns my soul. People like Joyce and Danielle, they will never get their come-up-ans. They were born jerks and they will die jerks but they will never really know how much a of a jerk they really are.
When I graduate, if Joyce is there, I will tell her. I will tell her what a jerk she is and how much I hate every ounce of her (and that's alot). Maybe it won't solve anything other than make me feel so much better. Give me the last and final word and really burn that bridge.
posted by Laura at 8:58 AM
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