what it's like

We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He ask the man for what he can spare with shame in his eyes
Get a job you fuckin' slob is all he replied.

God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it's like



i don't understand depressed people. what do they have to be sad about? i mean if like your dog of 17 years died- then thats understandable. thats a situation you can't change. but most of the time when people are depressed its something they can change. i have no sympathy for those people. if your life really sucks that bad then do something about it! anyone has the power to get what they want. i feel like half the depressed people out there actually enjoy being sad. and in that case especially- what the fuck?! really? ok well then don't complain to me about it. gosh i'm so sick of everyone. unless you've got like a son fighting in iraq or dad who beats the shit out of you then SHUT UP.


fuck.