oh, so people you've been berfore but you don't want around anymore. but i can't stand to be left over though. but oh, what i hate those inhumane people.
"Où sont les hommes? reprit enfin le petit prince. On est un peu seul dans le désert... - On est seul aussi chez les hommes", dit le serpent.
Elliott Smith was pretty smart when he was alive. I don't know what he is nowadays. But I'm not really this cynical in real life, I'm always looking for companionship, but not like a dog. Sometimes I like to think it's some existential poem I'm acting out, but I really do believe in other people and me and we're all here right now.
Yes, that would be more logic. Sometimes it's like I want to act, or not really act... just be somebody that I'm not in real life, like around people, because it sometimes feels like I'm not the one who I wish I could be out there. Or maybe just be the one I really am, but just can't show. Yes, that is what I mean. Sometimes, more often lately, I've wished that I just could die in a war or something, because I've been so frustrated with the weird issues in this world. But still, I don't want to die at all. I'm just sick of people who just really should put a bullet through their heads. And then I could live in like the Shire or something.
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i want away too, so instead i look around at the people there and it's all this inevitable loneliness or whatever.
poeple where?
i totally agree.
(get up on that horse and ride into the sunset look back with no remorse).
sometimes i wonder where away really is.
the people away over there, the people I will never join, so everyone.
oh, so people you've been berfore but you don't want around anymore. but i can't stand to be left over though. but oh, what i hate those inhumane people.
"Où sont les hommes? reprit enfin le petit prince. On est un peu seul dans le désert...
- On est seul aussi chez les hommes", dit le serpent.
Elliott Smith was pretty smart when he was alive. I don't know what he is nowadays. But I'm not really this cynical in real life, I'm always looking for companionship, but not like a dog. Sometimes I like to think it's some existential poem I'm acting out, but I really do believe in other people and me and we're all here right now.
Yes, that would be more logic. Sometimes it's like I want to act, or not really act... just be somebody that I'm not in real life, like around people, because it sometimes feels like I'm not the one who I wish I could be out there. Or maybe just be the one I really am, but just can't show. Yes, that is what I mean.
Sometimes, more often lately, I've wished that I just could die in a war or something, because I've been so frustrated with the weird issues in this world. But still, I don't want to die at all. I'm just sick of people who just really should put a bullet through their heads.
And then I could live in like the Shire or something.
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