Why is it that people will never actually tell you what’s wrong?
Why is it that you always have to guess?
Why is it that when you guess correctly they don’t want to talk about it and yet when you get it wrong you’re an insensitive ass who doesn’t know them at all?
Fucks sake people, stop being so damn difficult.
“I’m not saying you’re a cunt, what I’m saying is that I’m a cunt and that I can spot my ilk a mile off.”
This had me in stitches as the other person had no idea what was said, so they pretend to get it.
People really are idiots these days.
Long ago I fell from grace
Didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would
How did yours feel?
“You know a persons level of ignorance when they can’t see their own hypocrisy.” – Some random old guy
Are we who we are or merely the thought of who we are?
If we are the thought of who we are then by that notion we can choose who we are, if we are not who we are that is.
You’ll always struggle to follow your dreams
Because none are your own
They’re always someone else’s
Is it just me noticing this, or do very few people go out on a limb these days?
What ever happened to sticking your neck out, I guess only the turkey or the Tudors will ever know.
Can you know what you don’t know?
Instead of not knowing is it just that you’re unaware that you know, or is it that you know you’re not ready to know, you know?
“Is that me?”
….”Me I hear filled with dread and fear. The negative view to scorn and sear.”
“Is that they?”
….”They who, the infinite they, always they, because they say a lot don’t you know.”
“Is that you?”
….”You I hear whispering in my ear. Those sweet words I want so dear.”
“Of all the voices in my head, yours is my favourite, even though it’s not my own.”
Especially as it’s not my own.”
We could have been so much more than we were
If we were more like someone else
Then we’d finally make you proud
But then we wouldn’t be