Taylor veloce, swift Sucks (and here's why)

To Boddah Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand. All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating Musica along with Leggere and Scrivere for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things. For example when we're back stage...

At night as I lay my head
In my face another tear is shed
This usually puts me to sleep
And it’s a bad habit to keep.
But crying takes some of the burden away,
It keeps me balanced for the successivo day.

I would often recall my memories,
It was like being in the greatest of all dreams
No! Stop I say in my mind
Please just leave it all behind.
I try and I try to
But holding on makes it harder to do
Giving up hope is the only way
And another tear leaves my eyes away

The things I cry about are very simple
Much, much simpler than a red apple
But then again things are complex in their own way
And I never thought happiness...