I overheard two men in a coffee shop today, 
One was explaining to the other:
The definition of insanity, is repetition of an act, 
but expecting different results.
Well then, I must be clearly insane.
Because I keep repeating the same thing over and over 
again, lately.
I apply for tons of jobs and never hear back, lately.
You and I fight, then we make up, then we fight, then 
we make up, and neither one of us will ever give in.
And I keep playing my guitar, hoping someone, some day, 
might give a shit.
Lately I am ashamed, to be acting the way I am.
Lately I am afraid, to say what I truly feel.
Lately I am upset, because I know I'm making you upset.
And lately I'm afraid I'm losing it.
I've got an idea, so why don't you open your ears? Why 
don't you open your mind?
Why don't you give me a real job for once? I'll make it 
worth your time.
Why don't we both learn to give a little, so neither of 
us has to win, or has to lose?
And why don't I keep playing my guitar, as long as I 
damn well want to?
Lately I am ashamed, to be acting the way I am.
Lately I am afraid, to say what I truly feel.
Lately I am upset, because I know I'm making you upset.
And lately I'm afraid I'm losing it.
I wonder if I'm losing it, lately. I wonder if I'm 
losing it, completely. 
And I feel like an idiot, because tomorrow I have an 
interview for a piece-of-crap job, and I know I gotta 
take it, the best I can do is hope I won't hate it. And 
I feel like a moron because you guilted me into happily 
agreeing to second place, because I was so damn afraid 
to lose you. Lately I don't know why I'd be afraid to 
lose you. With all the painful opening up I did, to 
tell you all the things you do that bother me, and we 
fight and make up, but then we fight again, and you 
still do every one of them. And I don't even know if I 
want to stay or go. And I don't even know if you want 
me anymore. But at least I know, one thing I love, is 
in my arms right now. 
My guitar, is in my arms right now.
Lately I am ashamed, to be acting the way I am.
Lately I am afraid, to say what I truly feel.
Lately I am upset, because I know I'm making you upset.
And lately I'm afraid I'm losing it.
I wonder if I'm losing it lately. I wonder if I'm 
losing it, completely.
Submitted By: BigFanny