Bitter

another day, another dream crushed. F****n airshows. F****n airshows. :'(

The s**t we take,

the smiles we fake.

Tired of lying,

tired of crying,

tired of being promised things that don't come true,

tired of jumping through hoops for you.

Now when you talk to me, you're surprised,

when you see the sorrow in my eyes.

no s**t I'm bitter and hateful,

why exactly should I be grateful?

I got the short end of the stick,

so many times, that now I'm sick.

I can't take anymore s**t,

one more straw is all it would take to quit.