Don’t you hate it when you don’t get the respect you deserve?
Don’t you hate it when people take you for granted?
Don’t you hate it when people assume you are not capable when they themselves can’t do it?
Don’t you hate it when the world seems to be against you?
Don’t you hate it when people don’t like your company?
Don’t you hate it when things are just beyond your control?
Don’t you hate it when you are not motivated to do anything?
Don’t you hate it when you let other people have the things you really want cos you try to be the nice guy?
Don’t you hate it when you have too much time to spare and your mind wanders?
Don’t you hate it when you try everything and yet nothing seems to change?
Don’t you hate it when you regret certain decisions you make?
Don’t you hate it when you’re feeling down and out and there’s no one to support you?
It’s a vicious cycle. Life’s a bitch and then you die.
Luther Vandross - Dance With My Father
Back when i was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would life me high
And dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around till i fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And i knew for sure
I was loved
If i could get another chance
Another walk
Another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never ever end
How i’d love love love to dance with my father again
When i and my mother would disagree
To get my way i would run from her to him
He’d make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when i was asleep
He left the dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If i could steal one final glance
One final step
One final dance with him
I’d play a song that would never ever end
Cos i’d love love love to dance with my father again
Sometimes i’d listen outside her door
And i’d hear how mama cried for him
I’d pray for her even more than me
I’d pray for her even more than me
I know i’m praying for much too much
But could you send the only man she loved
I know you don’t do it usually
But dear lord she’s dying to dance with my father again
Every night i’d fall asleep and this is all i ever dream
p.s. My dear friend, do not be too upset. She’s in a better place now. Take care.
