Wednesday, November 13, 2002 :::
 

Schizo-boy

Problem is not holding not far from truth. Problem is you hold truth. Truth. But yours only.
Problem is everybody cries, but nobody rallies, coz nobody can rally your truth.
Problem is everybody calls, but no one calls for you, coz no one knows your name.
Problem is everyone's holding Truth, and they won't leave it for yours.
Problem is everyone's truth is shit, and yours smells as mine.

Your best friend is you, problem is you don't know yourself.
Your best friend's anyone, problem is you can't stand the next door guy.
Your best friend is dead, problem is he still whispers in your head.

You've been chosen? By whom? God? To do what?
Of course your kind exists, but unlike the other kinds, this one shows incredible variety in suffering, unmentionable struggles, unique pains...

"Fellow members
Club we've got ours
I'd like to introduce you to our host:
He's got his
And I've got mine
Meet the decline."
- NoFx -

::: posted by Tranxenne at 5:54 PM

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