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Bull (bull017) wrote,
@ 2008-05-10 21:12:00
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    round and round we go
    I have to stop myself somewhere but i never know where, i have conflictions about my self-righteous feelings and the thought that I should just be more understanding and more accepting, but is there a limit, where do you draw the line, does the line een have to be drawn, well i suppose for well being of the self it must. but where, where does concern for others and concern for oneself meet, when is it a win-win and who decides. I am conflicted but i'm trying not to be, I have to believe that other people can handle themselves and that i can handle myself, but its hard to believe when no one else is putting that philosophy into practice, at least not in my realm at the moment, when is enough enough? it goes both ways but ayy what to ever to do? i suppose no one knows and that is why we should all try to give a little more but how do you try to give a little more when it seems like everyone else has stopped, and if you stop is all hope lost or will it find itself again, i don't know. I guess it comes down to faith. one song that i identify with alot is as follows, and maybe we all identify but just aren't sharing, i don't know.

    This is where I say I've had enough
    and no one should ever feel the way that I feel now.
    A walking open wound,
    a trophy display of bruises
    and I don't believe that I'm getting any better, any better.


    Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
    and I'm thinking awful things
    and I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
    And this apartment
    is starving for an argument.
    Anything at all to break the silence.

    Wandering this house
    like I've never wanted out
    and this is about as social as I get now.
    And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you
    'cause they would never do,
    I would never do, never.



    So don't be a liar,
    don't say that "everything's working"
    when everything's broken.
    And you smile like a saint
    but you curse like a sailor
    and your eyes say the joke's on me.

    But I'm not laughing and you're not leaving
    and who do I think I am kidding
    When I'm the only one locked in this cell?



    So don't be a liar,
    don't say that "everything's working"
    when everything's broken.
    And you smile like a saint
    but you curse like a sailor
    and your eyes say the joke's on me.


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