Various sources, songs and movies
Don't tell me that you care
There really isnt anything now, is there?
You would know, wouldnt you?
You extend your hand to those who suffer
To those who know what it really feels like
To those who've had a taste
Like that means something
And oh so sick I am
And maybe I dont have a choice
And maybe that is all I have
And maybe this is a cry for help
I do not want this
I do not want this
Don't you tell me how I feel
You don't know just how I feel
You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does
When you say it's gonna happen "now"
well, when exactly do you mean?
see I've already waited too long
and all my hope is gone
Who's gonna tell you when it's too late
Who's gonna tell you things aren't so great
Who's gonna pick you up when you fall
Who's gonna hang it up when you call
Who's gonna pay attention to your dreams
Who's gonna plug their ears when you scream
Who's gonna hold you down when you shake
Who's gonna come around when you break
You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight?
"Some have great stories, pretty stories that take place at lakes with boats and friends and noodle salad. Just no one in this car. But, a lot of people, that's their story. Good times, noodle salad. What makes it so hard is not that you had it bad, but that you're that pissed that so many others had it good."
"On a large enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero."
"We're the middle children of history.... no purpose or place. We have no Great War, no Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives."
Money's the revenge of the ugly on the beautiful.
Wealth breeds boredom, and boredom breeds vice. Poverty breeds anger, and anger breeds malice. (Money is the root of all evil).
When is the mountain scared?
When do I feel I haven't failed?
I wish I could buy back
The woman you stole
The point has been recorded,
The malice has been revealed
When I stripped away the humor
From the arrow it concealed
Sharpened and soaked in urine,
It was meant to spread disease
But now discovered
Becomes the sweet antithesis
Returning the screw
Returning the screw
It comes back to you
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said, the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
~
So I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way
Surprise, surprise
Here's where the story ends
Did you know desire's a terrible thing
It makes the world go blind
But if desire, desire's a terrible thing
You know that I really don't mind
Well it's my life
And it's my love
And though I can't be sure what I want any more
It will come to me later
The Invitation
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