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Friday, December 12, 2008

Dedicated to my dad

I found this. Right now and forever more if you are going to act like a 7 year old then this song is for you:
(It's called postcards from hell by zebrahead. I couldn't get a youtube video to embed on here . but I think the song is on the player on here. if you can work that you stupid fuck. pay special attention to the second verses and the chorus I'll even make the lyrics stand out)

I didn't see the signs posted on the road
Dead end gives way to the cliff that soars
And I lose control your face still looks bored
One, two, fuck you! I won't change for you

Wrong way This time it's going down
You say I'm immature to hang around
Okay Face-plant to the ground
I won't change for you I won't change for you

Tonight I wash my hands of you
You set the bar I could not live up to
Tonight the light in breaking through
So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell

This relationship is over as we scrape the ledge
and you call me a loser falling over the edge Like you're cutting all your losses
Like a bet you can hedge
One two, fuck you! I won't change for you

A black eye and my heart is ripped out of my chest
Crucified
For not passing any of your stupid tests
Good-bye
Right now I could care less
I won't change for you I won't change for you

Tonight I wash my hands of you
You set the bar I could not live up to
Tonight the light in breaking through
So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell

We've come a long way Don't look down!
Your heart is rotten Your heart is rotten
Too bad it was the wrong way
Won't be long now Till we hit the rock Bottom

Tonight I wash my hands of you
You set the bar I could not live up to
Tonight the light in breaking through
So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell

Tonight I wash my hands of you
You set the bar I could not live up to
Tonight the light in breaking through
So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell

so there you have it. I'm fucking done. when you can mature up and admit that you are wrong then we can talk. but until then this song stands. Although You'll prolly hate me forever when I get married in the temple and you can't come cuz you refuse to admit that maybe you aren't always right and because I refuse to turn out like you and have something I believe so strongly in that I would risk losing my family over it. so you know what. GROW THE FUCK UP. I meant what I said. I'm done changing for you and I'm done putting forth the effort. don't touch my shit or talk to me. cuz I'm fucking done.

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