a Privilege denied to many....

I couldn't ever tell you, to your face,
that I've only been pretending,
to enjoy this place,

is what i wanted the title to say. but nooo new Deviantart isn't having it.

This was hanging on the wall at my grandmothers, it brought a smile to my face and tears to my eyes, So many people regret getting old, and so many people wish they could get old.

If it was up to me, I'd,
never look both ways, before crossing the street,
and if it was up to me I'd, never wear my seatbelt,
and I'd probably still speed,
and, if it was up to me I,
never would have smiled in any pictures,
And I'd most likely sleep all day,
if i could just relax, for a while, for a while,
so you better come quick now.

Cause I'm about to do, something foolish,
and if you'd be so kind as to call the police,
and I swear, I swear this time,
it's not just for attention,
but I also know that you have heard that from me once before.

If it was up to you,
I, would never swear around people,
that I'm supposed to respect,
if it was up to you, I'd,
keep in touch with friends from the past even though they never last,
and, if it was up to you,
I'd always say my prayers before I ate,
and before I went to sleep,
If it was up to you I'd be happy,
and I'd write songs that made you happy too.
But I can't seem to care much for these things that you call life, you call love, you call out,
so you better come quick now,

And I'm about to do, something foolish,
and if you'd be so kind,
as to call the police,
And I swear this time,
8Well it's not just for attention,
I don't want the topic to change.

I couldn't ever tell you, to your face,
that I've only been pretending,
to enjoy this place,
but it's all been make believe,
and it's mostly in my head.

The problem is only guess,
where we go when we finally rest,
will it be better than where we are now?
Still I'd like to believe,
It's better than here,
better than where we are,
better than here.

We've forgotten what we're here for,
or maybe we never knew,
if a simple life is what we want,
then why are we so confused?

Cause we all want a happy ending,
but we're tired of children's books,
we're tired of feeling useless,
and we're tired of dirty looks.
I swear we used to feel things,
or at least we cried real tears,
we used to say we're sorry,
but we haven't now for years.
So forgive us of our sins,
let us die in peace,
so we never have to choose.