I am the problem with no solution
And I feel deeply I shall stay this way until my physical departure.
But with problems you see,
I am just like any other.
Too cowardly to face the truth
And too bashful to say **** it." and start all over again.
No that is my problem.
And maybe some day the sum will strike me right in the face
Like times when you're tripping off hallucinogens and suddenly it's resolved.
Why was it so difficult in the first place?
That's the problem...Nobody really knows.
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 12:20 AM UTC
I am the problem with no solution
And I feel deeply I shall stay this way until my physical departure.
But with problems you see,
I am just like any other.
Too cowardly to face the truth
And too bashful to say **** it." and start all over again.
No that is my problem.
And maybe some day the sum will strike me right in the face
Like times when you're tripping off hallucinogens and suddenly it's resolved.
Why was it so difficult in the first place?
That's the problem...Nobody really knows.
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