I hate it when life smacks me in the face

I get sent to last place in this fucking race

That I lost

Even though its never over

I'm just afraid that I'll get slower

Life's been good with it's ups and downs

But lately my smiles have become my frowns

The tears stream down but I still go on

Because I'm never done

My heart in two, my brain in four

Pain ignored as my fist hit the door

As things flew straight through the wall

I never woulda thought I'd fall

So far, life's been a bitch

Pretty sure I fell into every ditch

But I got up and dusted myself off

But this misery doesn't have an off

Switch, to a new idea

Change my perspective so there's no more tears

No more sweet just cold and dead

My future's splashed in red

Now I actually like this one, even though it's short. Honestly I imagine myself growing up and becoming many things. One of those possibilities is a song writer, even though I'm not involved in music. I used to be, hell I was my Piano teacher's pride, but that's in my past. I don't like playing the piano. Drums were fun, oh god they were fun, but I got bored with them too as everything eventually does with me. I didn't like the learning as much as I did the beating on things. I just need to sharpen my vocabulary and syncronizing with my natural rhythm, and it'll work better. And, of course, get better at wordplay and other devices. And yes, the ending with "splashed in red" is meaning blood. No, I don't mean I'm going to kill someone, I'm saying all my future holds is just more pain for me to experience.