stranger than fiction

sometimes life is stranger than fiction, but the weird thing seems to be, that the storyline don't stick to the script and, the characters involved don't match the description, we all tied up yet we still trippen, over the small things which seems to all bring, me back to when i first started, a hopeless romantic left broken hearted. a bright eye teen who seemed to disregard, any advice given bout my future plans, i had to go and make things hard, was told to go to school was told to be a man, damn. but i didn't grow up or be the lucky winner on "who wanna blow up", and that's fine, shit happens, all the trouble makes a better storyline.action, and i tried. i tried to make something out of nothing before, i tried to leave the past on the cutting room floor, but the story runs until the credits roll. but i do know, i tried to put all the blame on everyone else, lookin for excuses rather than some help, i know that feeling, when you don't fit in, it's stranger than fiction. play your part in the scene never knowing lines, a beautiful backdrop, a role undefined. september nights where breezes brushed across my back, staring at the sky, fading in the black, scratch your fingernails cross the storyboard i'm bored, i may need to be woken up from the scene before, and when the plot begins to twist and turn, i'll try my best to keep myself on the road and learn. quiet on the set, lights camera action, take one, one take, no mistakes, cut check the gate now roll the tape, separate the real, from the fake, put the score on board and it sound great, no dialogue forced on course the breaks, take 5, try and enjoy the day