Tell me the truth and I’ll turn it into a lie.
Give me hope and I’ll squeeze till every ounce of its goodness bleeds from it.
I’m the guy you never wanted to sit next to in school or on the bus.
It’s a long story and I’ll never tire from telling it. Bet you won’t stick around to hear it.
There’s something wrong with my attitude, but no one spends enough words to tell me.
See me coming towards you? Walk the other way. It’ll save me the trouble of looking at your scornful face.
I’ve been sitting too much, not doing what you think I should. That could explain the decay in my brain. I don’t smell anything rotten, but smells have a way of taking over your senses.
Never made it to college. What is that place anyways? Who’s going to work on a piece of shit like me?
My mom died trying.
Her words still come after me.
You have to take responsibility of your own life.
There’s no substitute for hard work.
Effort shows when you put in some.
That poor woman never got through to me. She could’ve been speaking Chinese for all I care.
It was easier to lash out at her and blame her for the person I was becoming. Good moms rarely strike back.
I knew that and took advantage of it.
What good did it do?
She’s gone. I’m still here. And a worser person than I ever was.
Nobody tolerates my garbage. People look right through me.
Maybe I’m invisible. But the mirror shows a different reality.
I can call myself that. You can’t. So don’t even try it.
I could’ve been a real gentleman. But then there would’ve been too many.
Somebody has to keep the balance.
That person is probably me.