I tend to l ike to philosophize... over mainly nothing. Nothing, itself philosophizes me. I'm am mearly nothing. My life will be mearly nothing. I work at the cemetary, and see headstone and headstone not be visited and even forgotten. They're nothing more then a stone. I'm nothing more then a stone in this world, and will be nothing more then a stone. I'm nothing. I'll always be nothing. I'll work hard for someone to be something... only for them to be nothing as well... What does it take to something? Work, of course, but when we get there, we're spoilded and mostly hated for being something. We become trapped, from being famous to being nothing. If we're famous, everyone envy's us, and we begin to loose our mind with all that we have. Being nothing, we live simplily, happily. But to be forgotten... to be nothing in the end but a rock... Our life is not from being a songwritter but the song being written. Either the song will be great, or dull, it will be a song, only to be forgotten.

This is just the little stuff that comes to my mind. I think I'm screwed up in the head.