Sad Life
You were blonde haired
Blue eyes sparkling up at me
You were charming
Made me want to be free
I wanted you
So did the others
I lusted for you
Thought we would be good
Then I looked at you
Beauty was on the top level
Your sad life was rocking
My need was breaking
Finally saw you through
My ruby red glasses
You lead nothing but a sad life
You lead nothing but a sad life
Lalalala
Lalalala
What an idiot you've become
Why would I want this drama
Acting up like you're on stage
I need someone calmer
Then I looked at you
Beauty was on the top level
Your sad life was rocking
My need was breaking
Finally saw you through
My ruby red glasses
You lead nothing but a sad life
You lead nothing but a sad life
Lalalala
Lalalala
I wanted your body
But I got a sad life
They yearned for you
Then I looked at you
Beauty was on the top level
Your sad life was rocking
My need was breaking
Finally saw you through
My ruby red glasses
You lead nothing but a sad life
You lead nothing but a sad life
Lalalala
Lalalala
Sad Life
Nutwalls' Sad Life
Song: Sad Life
Nobody cares about your sad life
Your boring job, your messed up wife
Don't want to read about your spoiled brat
Or see the pictures of your cat.
You should keep your sad life to yourself.
I don't care about your broken down car
Or the time you went to see GWAR!
I don't care about the poems you write
Or the shows you watched last night.
You should keep your sad life to yourself.
The shit you blogged
Your sink is clogged
Who gives a fuck
Your neighbors suck
I read it on
sadfatguy.com
Don't give a damn about your family crest
Or that you levelled on Everquest
Nobody cares about your business trip
Or the microwaves that make you sick.
You should keep your sad life to yourself.
Nobody cares about your sad life
Your boring job, your messed up wife
Don't want to read about your spoiled brat
Or see the pictures of your cat.
You should keep your sad life to yourself.
I don't care about your broken down car
Or the time you went to see GWAR!
I don't care about the poems you write
Or the shows you watched last night.
You should keep your sad life to yourself.
The shit you blogged
Your sink is clogged
Who gives a fuck
Your neighbors suck
I read it on
sadfatguy.com
Don't give a damn about your family crest
Or that you levelled on Everquest
Nobody cares about your business trip
Or the microwaves that make you sick.
You should keep your sad life to yourself.
Anne
The Nutwalls
"A fusty nut with no kernel."
-Troilus and Cressida, 2.1
The Nutwalls
"A fusty nut with no kernel."
-Troilus and Cressida, 2.1
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Sad Life (of a couch potato) by Dirk Sharkson
It's not me, it's just someone looking through these eyes
didn't realize they were open
they can't see, nor can they even know what it looks like
when the world outside passes by so fast
and it didn't mean that much, and you didn't have to ask
but I figured that I'd tell you anyway
in a photographic stare, I see it all too real
know that I can hear but I can't feel
It's not me, no, it's the couch you're looking for
it sucked me down into the floor and I can't know, I can't heal you
I can't hear but I think that I can feel the vibration
if I listen long enough, I feel this in my soul
in a photographic stare, I see it all too real
know I wouldn't be this way but for you
Not me, it's the couch you're looking for I swear
not that I didn't care anything anywhere
go ahead and take her, cause I don't like the way she was holding me
now maybe I can get some sleep, maybe we can dream
in a photographic stare, I see it all too clear
know that I wouldn't feel this way except for you
in a photographic stare, you see, it's all too clear
know I wouldn't be this way if I wasn't here...
all the people stuck in such a sad, sad life sometimes, sticking the couch...
couch potato, so disgraceful...
but talk about the real loser, the real loser's the one we're still waiting for
that's the way it all feels, this is the way the cradle rocks when it falls from the tree.
It's weird how it falls from the tree.
It's not me, it's just someone looking through these eyes
didn't realize they were open
they can't see, nor can they even know what it looks like
when the world outside passes by so fast
and it didn't mean that much, and you didn't have to ask
but I figured that I'd tell you anyway
in a photographic stare, I see it all too real
know that I can hear but I can't feel
It's not me, no, it's the couch you're looking for
it sucked me down into the floor and I can't know, I can't heal you
I can't hear but I think that I can feel the vibration
if I listen long enough, I feel this in my soul
in a photographic stare, I see it all too real
know I wouldn't be this way but for you
Not me, it's the couch you're looking for I swear
not that I didn't care anything anywhere
go ahead and take her, cause I don't like the way she was holding me
now maybe I can get some sleep, maybe we can dream
in a photographic stare, I see it all too clear
know that I wouldn't feel this way except for you
in a photographic stare, you see, it's all too clear
know I wouldn't be this way if I wasn't here...
all the people stuck in such a sad, sad life sometimes, sticking the couch...
couch potato, so disgraceful...
but talk about the real loser, the real loser's the one we're still waiting for
that's the way it all feels, this is the way the cradle rocks when it falls from the tree.
It's weird how it falls from the tree.