How do you know what you can be
if you can't see where you are going
What breaks the silence Misery
Can make you see where you belong
It's a dangerous stage but the show must go on
Why do you lie
Why do you lie
Would you betray your soul
Why do you lie
Why do you lie
Don't let your weakness show
You just might be the last to know
Freedom is such a loaded word
So full of hurt and such a plomb
Loneliness saunters in its breeze
Like a disease it drags along
The time of your life can't be had for a song
-Gregg Graffin
I must say that the wolrd can be a sad place. I don't believe it's fair that the brunt of a person's immaturity is felt inifinitey more by those who care about that person than the person him/herself.
What is anger? Injustice.
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I always worry that my own immaturity will cause problems for the people around me. It's funny, because even when you're guarded against it, you can't help but be immature sometimes and hurt people unintentionally.
The best sorts of friends, however, forgive you your own imaturity and believe you capable of better.
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