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there's always someone to blame

and things you cannot delay

and words you want to erase

and someone to win the race

but it doesn't matter because

there's always a line to cross

to write, to sniff, to draw

and somewhere there's always a war

and someone is always wrong

even if everyone's right

you know what i'm talking about?

there's always someone to mate

there's always someone to hate

to mangle and to adore

and someone to kill for

yourself or someone else

that's the decision, i guess

but now when you're on your back

but now when you're on your knees

there's no one there to break

there's no one there to please

there's no one there to hold

and no one there to hit

and you feel so fucking cold

a weird feeling, indeed 

Why don't we all just learn to listen...?We all want people to talk to us..be honest to us, trust us, bare their souls...But isn't it just an egoistic desire to feel indispensable?To manipulate?A pursuit of power?Do we actually listen to the people talking to us?Do we HEAR them?Or do we just hear what we want to?

I hate people who try to break me and say they want to help.People who want me to be the way they want me to be and call it sympathy.People who never listen.People who want answers.People who know what's better for me.

But what makes me think I'm different?