No offense tho

to such an inspirational new punk wave band

But

Hmmm...

How and where to draw the line?

Between deviant and just plain crazy

Not to mention I heard their latest chart hit

And I'm SOOO distraught because

Because it reminds me so much

Of who I am...really

Alone

Lost

Confused

And yet,

Dependent on others and their well -being and safety

To the point when

It is no more

Ahhh Paramore...

What am I gonna do

When your song finally gets surgically removed my brain

And tens of thousands of people soon realize

The world is not all fun and games

Ahhhh ain't it fun then,

Being an asshole

Even when you don't mean to

Praying, and/or even preying on the lives of others

Even when you don't mean any harm to them

Ignoring past mistakes,

No matter how long it takes

To move on

Let me tell you after I heard your "Radio-Friendly" bubblegum gospel of truth

It hit me!

Like a switch went on inside

Like I've been living a lie

That my momma was right all along

And that its time to stop worrying about what's gonna happen

And grow up...and be a man...

Ok a woman

And move on from the past and what?

Prepare for another horrid threat

Another death defying excuse

From a hurricane

From Childbirth

From Ebola

To be like you

Oh no

Apparently life doesn't work like that

Or so you've sang

Now when the shit hits the fan, so to speak

You'll surely be singing a different tune

For it's time to leave the past behind

To take in this new form of whatever it is reality is throwing at us

And intercept it...realized it happened to us and move on

Like One in a million chances that apocolypse is near

And no one will realize

Including me

For we've been trying to have fun

To find the fun by living in the moment for far too long that we

Can no longer draw the line between deviant and non-deviant behavior

and now

Our borders are opened to the sickest of diseases

From every dimension,

Mothers are becoming mother-less

Marriages are either ending in divorce, or the fatal

The shadows scream your name

My name

Everyone's names, as soon as one of us leaves

It's as if a part of us is lost

So what if the cause is natural

Like giving birth to a new song

Or

By childbirth

For too long, I've been caught between both sides of

Nature vs. Nurture and I've been sensing

Many morally wrong things,

Something's gonna happen

And you've made it known

Kudos to that but

You scare me to the point of insanity the way your messages are carried out

To a certain public that only cares about trendy stuff

Fun stuff,

Happy times

But our media/news outlet won't let us in on the scary and distractingly awful diseases and death threats

Until they feel like they should be alarming the public

Ik not everything is sunshine and rainbows

Not everything will tend to go our way

No matter how hard we pray

One year from now

Something just like the bad news cases of today

Will be unmasked and

Thousands of lives will be at stake

Or someone important will be taken away

We need to stop beating around the bush

And sometimes

Be the bearer of bad news

What has it come to? The world

The reality, and the paranormal

The fantasy and the supernatural

We're all fighting a war so inevitable

A thousand headless horses are soon to come a riding

Ridding the world of our existence

No matter how close to Paramore we are

We will all fall apart

Left to fend for ourselves

A society that decides for us

And defines that and what we should be

And what we get or don't get from it

Like the author deciding the fate of his or her characters

The songwriter, the mother

The birth of destruction and solitary confinement is near

Ain't it fun to remind us that

Ain't it fun that I try to avoid it

No

Well ain't it fun

That your idea of fun

Is Paramore normal than the rest of us?

Sure I hate the song

"Ain't it Fun"

But the lyrics you gave birth to

In that piece of work of art you produced

do mean more to me

More to what our reality is made up of

And why we should fear for our lives

Forevermore

In paranoia

And stop living in a divergent fantasy

We shouldn't dare to imagine the consequences

Like What if?

As if!

There is no other world than one of chaos

My mind is filled to the brim

Not with awareness and knowledge

But with panic and chronic stress

And still

I have chores to do

And I'm stuck

Cliched

Tongue tied

Paramore

No more

No more fun and games

No more trying to get by

No more living life

But at least I won't be alone

I won't be crying

I would be

safe

From the storm of disasters swirling in my head

And outside my paranoid self

Ain't it fun?

Free writing all this shit OUTTA my own fandumbed brain

Rather than praising your efforts to be honest

I've closed my mind, I can't take it anymore

Paramore

Oh

Paramore

No

It's not "Ain't" it isn't

It's not fair

And yet

Despite all the pain I've succumbed to

Even from strangers

I learned something

That's life

And let me tell you

It's not fun

It's

Wrong!

Thanks for pointing that out

Even if you did it in such a way

That offended me

At least you were being honest with who you wanted to be

Wish I could do the same