Diary of a Cynic

i love being a cynic
the days never stay bright
the dark can always get deeper
and my pen will always run out too soon
i love being a cynic
i always know what you really mean
i can read the lies in your voice
the newspaper is biased
and yes, he did inhale
and he sure as hell liked it
i love being a cynic
the grass is greener and perfect over there
yes, the other guy is cheating
and not only is the glass half empty
it's leaking, stale, something is floating in it
and it was the wrong stuff anyway
did i mention i'm a cynic?