Whispering Demons

They say awful things those whispering demons

You're Alone. 

Nobody cares.

Nobody's listening.

Why bother with life's struggles?

Nobody wants me here.

They say to me that I'm not normal.

I say I agree.

Whose is to say what's normal?

Living in a cute lil home with your damn lil white picket fences, your smug looking dog, and your fancy cars and wines.

While i sit here wanting all the things i can't have, like a new Squier    Pete Wentz Signature P Bass  Black.  I'm just waiting for a new day, a new guy, and a new guitar (bass or other wise)

I say screw the whispering demons!