Artist: D-Sisive Album: Run With the Creeps Song: Ceiling Fan Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [D-Sisive] They tell me I must suck, that I whine too much I'm a crybaby, unable to find two nuts Mistaking passion for sadness, they're blind to us Failing to realize I don't write for fun I write for my life and I write with blood So excuse me if I get a little hyper cuz You belittle my writing - my life's in these lines I react when it strikes, never ask where the lightning comes from He's depressed about being rich Wow! I'm depressed about being not But he's so swag when he says it And I'm so sad so you write me... off But I'm you, motherfucker, you~! Only I'm not on the cover of U.S. magazines and blogs Don't be afraid of your reflection Accept it - respect it Maybe I'm too jealous for my own good But being bitter's somethin that I'm good AT Nobody wants to see a smiling D-Sisive They all disappear - and never look, back When I was young I wanted to be Vanilla Ice Grew up and realized I'd rather be Cohen Respected for my poem, but why not be me? Fuck the masquerade, +Knoblich+ was a mask and I was never +Jones+ so that means Derek's home in a black hoodie, two with blue denim on But now I wear sunglasses inside Not because I'm a douchebag or blind Sometimes life's way too bright And I'd rather see it tinted, blurry and - dimmed I want to believe what I'm seeing Followin a blade as the ceiling fan, spins