I'm repeating myself and noone is listening, I'm still getting mighty good at peachy sunny disposition...

So when only the wrong people listen you wonder why you try at all...and I'm beginning to believe that "the man" is already dead, and the little people aren't so little... It makes you want to nay-say "the man" right into his own hands...like how much death can you really take, and let me tell you, he's not as bad as he claims... Seriously though, when it's pomp and circumstance, you just pick up baggage as you pack your baggage...It's lose-lose...and I'm sure dear Mom and Dad have their reason, but "Quit picking fights and live a little." And I'm sure not talking about myself...And he's twisting my words in the worst way...as if taking my health wasn't enough...He'll treat you all right...