Dear, oh dear, oh were they really sad for me?
Dear, oh dear, oh will they really laugh at me?
There are a few things that embarrass me. Being laughed at isnt the biggest one of them, to be honest. It's kinda something you just ignore after some time it's been happening long enough, so you dont seem to care about people laughing.
Being pitiful, pathetic, is one of the major things that make me feel embarrassed. I realize that most of the time I am asking for it, but not on purpose and it disgusts me to think about it that way. I was suggested again to "get some help", aka see a doctor of some kind, but I've been thinking about what's the use with that, apart from making me feel more pathetic and helpless. I still prefer diaries, or, as in this case, blogs.
Enough of useless wondering that the lyrics force me to do. At the moment I'm having great dollar signs in my eyes. I had a busy night with Jim, we were pilfering around some stuff (yea yea call the LAPD if you want) and probably getting good money after some time. He's also suggesting that I should start dealing junk (mainly with him, even though I dont understand what does he benefit from it) but to be honest I dont wanna get involved in stuff like that, for if it got serious one day I would be in big big trouble. Or I dont know. Probably I'll do it anyway. It feels crappy stealing and running around the city to get money instead of simply doing lil business that gives also more dough. I wouldnt really mind it. And you can get twice, or more, the money if you cheat a little bit. What a cheap monkey have I become.
He's never been the same
No one is to blame
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