Ain'T It? Poem by Chosen Reject

Pending days up until I uncover
Easy days waiting to be uncovered
Another day as we sit in parade ice
Call up Beans and tell her to come

Eating days for me is over
Leave the plates scatter 'em all over
Oh my God I've completed my nervous
Vain and pain don't seem to mix together

Easy going easy to feel, fall
Ears don't seem to be all mine
Make my day/date please...

Pending days...
Pending hate...

Ain't it sad when we're trying too hard
Take it down and strip off my skin
Hate to feel it all through my eyes
Yearning for Beans to tell her I'm sad