but life keeps proving me wrong.
Temporary stuff, like candy or friends,
always dragged me further down
into the abyss of guilt, shame and fear
of wasting my time and energy.
I'm still looking for people I like
and I don't want to hang out tonight.
Where there's great pleasure, there's great pain.
Where there are huge plans, hope is vain.
In search for a new excuse
for not listening to the modern tunes,
I'm writing these words, alone;
the paper and the pen
love me as much as I love them.
My surrender is nowhere in sight,
still, I don't want to hang out tonight.
