Some things are to happen in their own order and at their own time
We can't all have what we want, else where would anyone be.
Life is not just for taking, there is always a queue in the shop, waiting to buy that gift you have eyed up
You have to wait your turn
But who does that these days
Noone can be bothered
We'd rather walk away and let someone else have it
Walk away angrily and more stressed than we were
Giving in to our lack of patience and then you are left with a shitter feeling inside
But that doesn't stop us
Then we get into our cars and sit in traffic and that just triggers us more. Till we are swearing, so we turn the music up and start shouting out the lyrics and emphasising the swear words, the lights switch to red on every set and you start getting so worked up you're actually crying now. The tears roll down your cheeks as you fight your way through the roads to your house. That welcomes you but you don't see it
You don't see any of it anymore
You are wearing tightly fitted rose tinted specs and you just shrug it all away
You have just about had enough of it all
But you have nothing left to give
You are numb and the words in songs just wash over you
Nothing left in the sentimentality. Nothing anymore
Just white noise
