11.5.07
Times are strange
Times are strange
I'm always avoiding self central discussions. I mean, I hate to talk about myself. Oh, I hate telephone. And I don't know how to comfort people. I really don't. "things'll be fine", "I understand.", "I've been there" "Be strong"... I can't. You might obtain a hug from me. But not sure. Here is a good advice: you feel blue, you don't come to me.
A baby is so pure and so free and so clean. And adults are, like, this mess of sadness... and... phobias. (Mary just took the words right out of my mouth)
People sound so stupid to me, they're so narrow minded, I feel like chasing a high all the time but damn, I'm so lucid, I know I am, that's just my problem. Or maybe, maybe I'm the stupid idiot here.
I've been pretty pessimist lately, and you can't blame me.
♫ Bob Dylan - things have changed
A baby is so pure and so free and so clean. And adults are, like, this mess of sadness... and... phobias. (Mary just took the words right out of my mouth)
People sound so stupid to me, they're so narrow minded, I feel like chasing a high all the time but damn, I'm so lucid, I know I am, that's just my problem. Or maybe, maybe I'm the stupid idiot here.
I've been pretty pessimist lately, and you can't blame me.
♫ Bob Dylan - things have changed