Everything seems better on the other side.
No matter were you are happiness is not.
The freaks that populate this place?
They are nothing but reflecters. . .
of your own dissastisfaction with your life.
And every day is a new day you can hate.
Every moment a new excuse for angst.
For anger and avoiding the things inside.
That make or break you.
And I can watch this all within my own struggle.
And all I know is that I do not miss us.
Somethings are meant to be you say.
No, everything is a choice
Either yours or someone elses.
Or a random thing unfashioned by a mind.
And humans can speak of fate as if it matters
But it is only an excuse for forgetting. . .
the one thing that makes us what we are.
Freedom and a prediliction for racial insanity.
No matter were you are happiness is not.
The freaks that populate this place?
They are nothing but reflecters. . .
of your own dissastisfaction with your life.
And every day is a new day you can hate.
Every moment a new excuse for angst.
For anger and avoiding the things inside.
That make or break you.
And I can watch this all within my own struggle.
And all I know is that I do not miss us.
Somethings are meant to be you say.
No, everything is a choice
Either yours or someone elses.
Or a random thing unfashioned by a mind.
And humans can speak of fate as if it matters
But it is only an excuse for forgetting. . .
the one thing that makes us what we are.
Freedom and a prediliction for racial insanity.
like the entry, too. sort of like mine tonight.