Saturday, March 7, 2009

You're going somewhere.

"You lost all your friends, all two of them.
I can't say that I feel sorry for you, because you lost me too.
I don't talk to you anymore, but I bet your life is far worse than mine.
No matter how much money or materials are between us, you're miserable.
I can't really sympathize for you, because you don't deserve that too.
You don't think, you don't think, that's your problem, you don't think.
Look at where this has got you now, you're alone, I think, I hope.
You sleep alone, you live alone, still.
This is what you deserve.
"

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