Sprinting Down Memory Lane

"Sprinting Down Memory Lane"
Written by Sheik7574

I am not from here, this is not my home.
This place of pink rabbits with chairs made of styrofoam,
No reason to bitch and moan,
Its only on loan.

Got a bad hand dealt this game.
If only we'd learned to embrace His flame.
To our shame, seems all we do is bicker and complain.
Why I gotta shuffle in so-and-so's fame?
How I'm gone shine with that ish on my brain?

Got a lot to maintain,
Tryin' to stay sane,
My shrink is so fucking lame!

It would help if I wasn't so vain,
Maybe I'd actually try sticking in my lane.
Wouldn't be so eager to step out of my frame,
Not dropping any names, but fire-crotch didn't
have to go and leave me in the rain.
Betrayal.
The kinda pain that waxes and never wanes.