im too tired, why am i listening to you just over and over-bitching why do i try to plant the trees over you can just talk until hell freezes over no respect, no one to talk to no one cares, not even you your lips move, but there's no sound the many practices upon which you frowned but no one wants to hear your many theories and prejudiced fear laugh now, but watch your back your brains may be large, but heart you lack try to hold on, to this man try to hold on, to this person who will take your hand try to hold on, to this person who is your biggest fan try to hold on. before i go, i want you to know i wish that our happiness would flow and id go, anywhere for you id already be there and i think, that all the others cannot hold you like another a little bit closer to my best friend then i was to you at the end try to hold on, to the waters that will glisten try to hold on, to each other from the hissin' try to hold on, to each other, trying to listen try to hold on.
Reason for writing:
"try, try, try," by the smashing pumpkins
Birth sign: Aries
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