“Weep little lion man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start
Rate yourself and rake yourself,
Take all the courage you have left
Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head”
Life feels less like “do the things you enjoy” and more like “avoid the things you hate” nowadays.
I don’t even know what I find fun anymore. Maybe it’s all the depressing people I seem to know that are rubbing off on me.. who knows.
"Got me lifted, drifted higher than the ceiling~
And ooh, baby, it's the ultimate feeling~
You've got me lifted, feeling so gifted~
Sugar, how you get so fly?"
If I were a game character, I’d probably be that annoying useless one that doesn’t do anything but call for help.
Except I wouldn’t do that either, I’d just sort of slink off the the baddies while an indicator points to me as I accept my fate
According to all known laws
of aviation, there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
The bee, of course, flies anyway
because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.