@[Diderik:33655] "Your a holiday!" Was a popular term used in the 50s/60s to compliment someone on their all around. For example, not only are they beautiful, but they are fun and kind too ... just an all around "holiday".
I think your first comment is closer to being accurate. The singer/song writers state "Millions of eyes can see, yet why am i so blind!? When the someone else is me, its unkind its unkind". I believe hes referring to the girl toying with him and using him. He wants something deeper with her, thats why he allows himself to be as a puppet (even though for her fun and games) as long as it makes her happy. But he knows deep down that she doesnt really want to be serious with him and thats what makes him.
Y'know sometimes, sometimes I feel so
tired
I can't eat I can't sleep
So tired
The pressure builds and builds
Seems like there's no release
The things I see go unnoticed by some
But fill my eyes with horror
Anger, and guilt, and frustration, and
depression
Makes waking up every day harder and
harder
I work my fingers to the bone just to
survive
I gotta get monev so I can have a home
So I can breathe, eat and live in this
society
I don't even like money
And I gotta work every day just to feed
myself
God it makes me sick
l just wanna curl up into a hole and die
This… this isn't worth it!
I need a raise man!
I can't survive on this pay anymore!
I can't live on this!
I'm hungry, and I'm frustrated
And I can't eat, dammit!
God! I look for you to help, and I don't
see no help
And I see no thoughts, no looks, no
praise!
You don't care, you don't love me!
I only love myself
No one will love me like I love me
Life's been swell, now I want to die
My body, it hurts me, sigh after sigh
I call it torture, you call it life
A slave to money and everything I despise
Like everyone in general
Fuck, eat, sleep, destroy
Just about the only things you fucking enjoy
I am a disposable being
who will fuck all life
I multiply and the air get thinner and dirty
I take up space, I smell, I consume
But I produce nothing, I abuse
I have no reason to exist
The toilet's clogged in this world of shit
I breathe filth everyday
Living fucks up my brain
Why? Why did I wake up today
My eyes are heavy
Why? Why must I see this face
Your life is ugly
Why?
Why must I buy these things?
I don't want them
Tension. Tension. Frustration. Alone.
Tension. Despair. Tension.
All these pressures on my life.
tired
I can't eat I can't sleep
So tired
The pressure builds and builds
Seems like there's no release
The things I see go unnoticed by some
But fill my eyes with horror
Anger, and guilt, and frustration, and
depression
Makes waking up every day harder and
harder
I work my fingers to the bone just to
survive
I gotta get monev so I can have a home
So I can breathe, eat and live in this
society
I don't even like money
And I gotta work every day just to feed
myself
God it makes me sick
l just wanna curl up into a hole and die
This… this isn't worth it!
I need a raise man!
I can't survive on this pay anymore!
I can't live on this!
I'm hungry, and I'm frustrated
And I can't eat, dammit!
God! I look for you to help, and I don't
see no help
And I see no thoughts, no looks, no
praise!
You don't care, you don't love me!
I only love myself
No one will love me like I love me
Life's been swell, now I want to die
My body, it hurts me, sigh after sigh
I call it torture, you call it life
A slave to money and everything I despise
Like everyone in general
Fuck, eat, sleep, destroy
Just about the only things you fucking enjoy
I am a disposable being
who will fuck all life
I multiply and the air get thinner and dirty
I take up space, I smell, I consume
But I produce nothing, I abuse
I have no reason to exist
The toilet's clogged in this world of shit
I breathe filth everyday
Living fucks up my brain
Why? Why did I wake up today
My eyes are heavy
Why? Why must I see this face
Your life is ugly
Why?
Why must I buy these things?
I don't want them
Tension. Tension. Frustration. Alone.
Tension. Despair. Tension.
All these pressures on my life.
Lyrics submitted by krushzed, edited by KellsBlasphemy
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I am so tired, Sometimes I feel so tired, I can't eat I can't sleep. So tired. The pressure builds and builds. Seems like theres no release. The things I see go unnoticed by some. Fills my eyes and heart. Anger and guilt and frustration, And depression makes waking up every day harder and harder. Where's my fitness to the world with my chance to survive. I got to get money so I can have a home. So I can breathe, eat and live in this society. I don't even like money, And I got to work everyday just to feed myself. God it makes me sick. I just wanna curl up into a hole and die in this. This isn't worth it. I need a raise man! I can't survive on this faith anymore. I can't live on this, I'm hungry, And I've had service, And I can't eat daddy. God I am the creator of hell. And I have seen all hell, And I have seen no arms, no limbs no brains. You don't care, you don't love me! I only love myself. No one will love me like I love thee.
Life's been swell now I want to die My body it hurts me sigh after sign I call it torture you call it life A slave to money and everything I despise Like everyone in general Fuck eat sleep destroyi am a disposable being Who will fuck all life I multiply and the air gets thinner and dirty I take up space I smell I consume But I produce nothing I abuse I have no reason to exist The toilets clogged in this world o shit I breathe filth everyday Living fucks up my brian Why? Why must I wake up today? My eys are heavy Why? Why must I see your face? Your life is ugly Why? Why did I buy into these things? I don't want them Tension. Tension Frustraton. Alone Tension. Despair. Tension All these pressures on my life
i'm pretty sure that part at the beginning is not right at all. here's what i hear for that part:<br /> <br /> you know sometimes... sometimes i feel so tired i can't eat, i can't sleep, so tired. the pressure builds and builds. it seems like there's no release. things i see go unnoticed by some, fill my eyes with horror. anger and guilt and frustration and depression make waking up every day harder and harder. i work my fingers to the bone just to survive. i gotta get money so i can have a home, so i can breathe, eat, and live in this society. i don't even like money, and i gotta work every day just to feed myself. god, it makes me sick. i just want to curl up into a hole and die 'cause this isn't worth it. i need a raise, man! i can't survive on this pay anymore. i can't live on this. i'm hungry and i'm frustrated and i can't eat, daddy. god, i look for you to help and i have seen no help. i've seen no love, no (?), no praise. you don't care. you don't love me. i only love myself. no one will love me like i love me.