F****

I just want answers, I have the questions already,
too many for me, too many for me, help me, help me
no answers are coming to make me feel more complete
not enough for me, not enough for me, help me, help me
just when I think something could work out
boom boom boom boom, time for another thought
I like you and you like me,
why can't we find out what could be?
seems so simple, seems so easy
the answer to this question, can't you see?
too much talking, talk talk talk talk
too much whining about stuff stuff stuff
it's a waste of a life that we will never see
what a shame it is to know what we could be
what a shame it is for us not to be happy
together together together together
you're scared, I'm insecure,
but it's all been done before
you think you're the only one having to risk
your feelings, your heart, your soul coming undone
I get sad because most people are not brave like me
I get sad cuz most people are not willing to be
happy, to be loved, to be secure, to be free
to take a chance, to try and dance, to open up and see
that being sad is the same thing as being happy
and being angry is the same thing as feeling sassy
its all the same, its all the same, just our human complexities
get over yourself, get over me, and it will all, once again,
be fucking easy, be fucking easy, be fuck fuck fuck fuckin easy.
FUCK!

~jenn