why is it that when we look at a book, soon, we loose interest...
why is it that all read a few pages and care no longer...
why is it that love fades after the the search for it ends...
why are we in such a hurry that we loose track of what we really want...
why are we so impatient...
will we ever be able to just be patient...
i don't know...
i do see that people search for the bad more than for the good...
why is this...
do we really need to expect the unexpected...
or should we just be nonchalant...
should we really want to know whats the up coming or could we just have some excitement for once...
when you realize this flaw of a human...
what do you think of your selves...
do you criticize your selves...
do you think you are unfair...
do you get mad at the world and blame it for what you just cant help..
i don't know the answer...
i cant help you do what i think is right...
because i cant help my self...
or because i am just to much of in a hurry to hit a wall at a million miles an hour...
why do all these questions have to be answered...
why cant we just ignore them and get on with our lives...
is it because there's no love or because we need it for our selves...
what ever it is...
i don't know the answer...
im just one of you trying to fit in...
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