I remember having a lot of fun
With a friend named Patrick
You see we used to hassle our other mate and we played basketball and also we went to heaps of parties but when I went out on my own I totslly ignored him
Maybe it is that I didn't want a father figure or maybe I was too sick to talk to a good mate that he was maybe it was me helping people with the elderly
At vinnies and I had Helens voice of helping people all over my head
Maybe it is me liking Christmas
Carols and o sometimes drive people nuts when I put them on
Maybe I remembered parts from those days which I disagree in doing and i only did them to get respected
Maybe I didn't like Patrick when he yelled through the phone
But in general speaking Patrick was a cool guy and really my mental illness got in the way
Of enjoying life with him
But it started out I was still in my parents house and he wasn't and now I have moved out I hear voices of hatred
But it is still my mental illness
Which got in the way of understanding Patrick