sunshine and yelling

such a depressive little boy
aren't i?
so many of these things left
just to get me down
i've been running away
why not fly?
depressive smiling
in this odd little town

...wow i try too hard...

myself is a creation of circumstance
i am a product of my environment

i was raised on sunshine and yelling
i was taught to love
but not what love means
taught to fight
but lack enemies to see
make friends to survive
for i lack the energy

maybe i'm not trying enough
i'm a victim of my emotions
telling myself i'm not enough
i just wish less people agreed

FUCK!
there's always beauty to behold
there's always a reason to smile

you can cry
its just fine
you can smile
as long as you like
life is eternal only in this instant