A gun is like a bird. You hold it too tight, it'll die. You hold it too loose, you'll die.
Sometimes I just look at the road and think, "Where I was just now there's now a bus" or sometimes I stare very hard at a car and wonder if I have the courage to step forward in front of it but then something happens and I let it pass by. No use getting other people guilty.
Do you care? Do you?
Sometimes I think you don't.
I tell you my problems and you don't listen. Well, not properly.
You only want yourself to be heard isn't it?
Sometimes, I just want to scream.
But I can't.
I can't allow that to happen. It won't do me any good anyway.
Going off.
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