Heck about the things going on. People are complaining about how fucked up their lives are. But
yet, we listen. There's just something. It's easier to hear about people's downfall, and how pitiful
their lives are, compared to others. It's harder to listen to good news, especially if it doesn't
concern
you. And why is that? I haven't been using my fucking brain, I'm starting to do things on
impulse,
like ever since i fucking who knows when. No decisions regretted. Everything's so different, just
so fucking
different. I just wanna runaway at times. No one listens. No one ever does. They talk. We listen.
One last kiss,
Before i go,
Dry your tears,
IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO,
Forever - Papa Roach
