Last Of Sadness Thesaurus Confidence nounˈkän-fə-dən(t)s: blossomed eleven hundred miles away, 1100 hundred days later Anxiety noun: aŋ-ˈzī-ə-tē caused by hidden memories Rage verb: ˈrāj blamed for a deadly cough. I was last to see Grandfather. Remorse noun: ri-ˈmȯrsq an emotion burned away with drugs. See Numb. Lost adjective: ˈlȯst years, days, minutes Numb addiction: ˈnəm thoughts locked in a suit of steel, feelings burnt away Found transitive verb: ˈfau̇nd living clean of restraints, addiction is in the past Satisfaction noun: ˌsa-təs-ˈfak-shən when the chance to say goodbye to Grandfather granted Strange adjective: ˈstrānj: in the form of a doppelganger. Colour noun, often attributive: ˈkə-lər: with the shadow of Grandfather’s face. Confused adjective: kən-ˈfyüzd by his grey-faced similarities, posture. Suspenders. Friendship noun: ˈfren(d)-ˌship: an inner draw to want this man’s approval. Adoration verb: ˌa-də-ˈrā-shən, and he’s an author. Denial noun: di-ˈnī(-ə)l but this man, doesn’t accept friendship. He’s strong-willed, silent. Agitation noun: ˌa-jə-ˈtā-shən turned down on my quest Speech plot: ˈspēch one day, sassy man says, “I had a thought, you’ll be a famous author.” Surprise verb: sər-ˈprīz felt by his whispered praise Amazement noun: ə-ˈmāz-mənt sounding like words from beyond the grave Forgiveness noun: fər-ˈgiv-nəs granted by Grandfather
Asshole- by Eminem is literally my life All apologies- to those I’ve actually hurt Bad luck blues- are tattooed on my skin Come as you are- because that’s all I offer Don’t let me be misunderstood- it happens often Hurt- by others Kiss- my eyelids when I go to sleep Love is just a four letter word- no comment My name is mud- or so they tell me Nothing- like the usual Papa was a rolling stone- mama never shoulda been Oh happy day- when I'm respected, but, Quit playing games- with my words. Their just words Roxanne- is not me and never will be She don’t use jelly- but I do That’s the way I like it- easy, smooth Under pressure- by what you ask? You want a list? It’s longer than this musical alphabetical Valley girl- don’t care if you call me that Woman is the n***** of the world- this is too true x-kid- is me, the black sheep you oughtta know- or say you do- the story of my ABCs but you don’t know the PQRST