Lamer than normal

These days - so often so strange
These days - so much they seem to change
These days - everything out of control
These days - can see the pieces but not the whole
These days - nothing worthwhile seems to last
These days - even love comes and goes too fast
These days - you take off to fly but hit the ground
These days - you crave for company when nooone's around
These days - you cant stand your own face
These days - you dont think the world's a good place
These days - you cant be sure just who are your friends
These days - you write crappy rhymes that dont make sense
These days - you cant write anything filled with hope
These days - with your own pessimism you cant cope
These days - time passes you by
These days - life doesnt seem worth a try
These days - everything seems to go out of hand
These days - you write so much you dont understand
These days - on your face is a perpetual frown
These days - when even stupid rhymes just get you down
These days - I should just stop trying to write
These days - Nothing I do will ever be right..