Scribblings of the Opiated Sherpa

I wanna be me. I want to be the stand-up guy. I want to be the guy with principles. I want to do the things I say I'm gonna do. I want people to believe in me. I wanna be me.

Forgotten again. The time I waste waiting, The phone that doesn't ring, The plans they fizzle, And something sinks inside. I call, No one picks up. I expect a call, And no one dials. I don't know if I want too much, Not enough. Do I live up to expectations, Or fall flat? Isn't it possible, For that small bit of courtesy? You can't come, You won't be able to make it. Forgotten again .