"I still haven't found what I'm looking for"

8 Mac

I sit here writin’ on my pad,
Melancholic and sad,
Watchin the passin’ females,
Their bitter farewells are painted on their fadin’ sails,
They don’t understand my way,
They just go by,
The eighth house on MacDonald drive,
Not even knowin’,
Not bothering in friendship sowin’,
So why should I care,
Who’s the next pair,
On the in crowd’s square,
I’m just the one in corner,
Seething as I rage in my own personal sauna,
So I’m strikin’ out on my own,
To the wayward winds I will be blown,
Acidic feelings pointed towards my life,
Screamin’ to God why it seems to be filled with such strife,
Why I can’t have what I think I want,
When even when the girl wants me; hellish damnation seems to daunt,
Other girls I want seem to just smile and taunt,
I lay on my bed in the darkest watch of the night,
While all my dreams seem to be out of sight,
When Satan tries to pull me down,
As all the rainbows I paint turn brown,
I just listen to music,
While demons try to twist the lyrics into a trick,
It’s like an endless rock ballad,
A psalm to my heavenly Dad,
Why do I even strive?
To stay in this dump; am I even truly alive?
I’m just waiting for college,
As I fortify myself behind a burning hedge,
Maybe it will be better there,
But I’ll always be different to them; square,
I’m just waitin’ for my Lord to come from the clouds,
So he can peel back these fleshy shrouds,
But I can’t see why he wants me here,
Satan just seems to mock my stagnation with a maniacal jeer,
I’ll wait on you, my lord,
But I’m getting stuck here; bored,
I pray to be an agent of the supernatural,
Burning banners of Baal,
Yelling a Christian war cry,
To combat the enemy’s lie,
As the drums hum into the dawn,
Until the son comes riding up to my lawn,
I’ll be so far from 8 Mac,
He’ll take me on his ethereal bus and there will be no looking back…


Btw....kinda based on Eminem's 8 Mile..btw...my address is 8 Macdonald Ave...if you didn't kno already...