it's never something new but this is quickly getting old no room for spontaneity i'm just doing what i'm told while i'm force-fed fuzzy logic and i'm forced to feel confused the only thing that's clear is we've been mentally abused it's just the same old fucking thing... you'll just have to believe me
for the broken dreams of lovers and the frozen hearts of gods this becomes a field maneuver called \"deflect and camouflage\" in my mind my mind makes sense but in my heart i know i'm wrong but from the way the gods are acting i just don't know whose side i'm on it's just the same old fucking thing... a raft on the open sea
the girl over whom i pine told me to my face 'it's not enough to love and worship someone for just as long as they should want' i imagine if things were different or if i'd gone the extra mile but it's hard to walk with two broken legs and still maintain a smile it's just the same old fucking thing... i guess you'll have to leave me