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So many secrets. So many lies. So many things I'm not supposed to know, not supposed to show, not supposed to tell. Can't we grow up? To what purpose is this unending drama? It seems like anyone and everyone I see anymore, I have to guard my words lest they find out I know something that someone else has told me that I'm not supposed to know. Person A tells me something that I can't let Person B know, Person B warns me about letting Person A know I know something else. I'm tired of always being in the middle of these childish squabbles and lovers quarrels.
And really, does everything need to be analyzed so minutely? He said this, but maybe he meant this, but maybe he'd know that I'd think he meant that and so he really meant this other thing, or what if he meant both? So much energy goes into overanalyzing things, oftentimes putting significantly more thought into deciphering the persons actions than the person did when considering the selfsame actions. Couldn't that energy be better put into something else? Schoolwork, a job, making yourself happy, solving world hunger...? Anything?
The world will go as it will, and Person A will do such and such whether you spend all of your free time deciphering it or not. The earth keeps spinning, the sun keeps shining, and ultimately, none of this really matters. So keep on wasting your life and being blind to the beauty that is life, meaningless as it is. I will not lie for you anymore. I will not pretend innocence or ignorance for you. I intend to enjoy my life and not worry about the dime-a-dozen End-Of-The-World's that seem to happen to you so often. I'll even listen to your over-analytical ramblings, as long as you don't expect too much analysis on my part. People do what they do, and I don't particularly care why they do it. I don't try to plan out friendships or relationships years in advance, I'm not a psych major, and I don't want to manipulate you. Therefore I have no need to spend hours agonizing over the strange workings of your strange minds. I intend to sit back in the sun and look at the tress and the pond and the ducks and the squirrels and those weird little brightly colored bugs and enjoy every minute of it.
No more secrets. No more lies.
We disappoint, we disappear, we die, but we don't.
They disappoint in turn, I fear,
Forgive, though, they won't.
No more giants waging war!
Can't we just pursue our lives, with our children and our wives,
'Til that happy day arrives, how do you ignore
All the witches, all the curses,
All the wolves, all the lies, the false hopes, the good-bye's,
The reverses,
All the wondering what even worse is still in store!
All the children.
All the giants..
No more.
And really, does everything need to be analyzed so minutely? He said this, but maybe he meant this, but maybe he'd know that I'd think he meant that and so he really meant this other thing, or what if he meant both? So much energy goes into overanalyzing things, oftentimes putting significantly more thought into deciphering the persons actions than the person did when considering the selfsame actions. Couldn't that energy be better put into something else? Schoolwork, a job, making yourself happy, solving world hunger...? Anything?
The world will go as it will, and Person A will do such and such whether you spend all of your free time deciphering it or not. The earth keeps spinning, the sun keeps shining, and ultimately, none of this really matters. So keep on wasting your life and being blind to the beauty that is life, meaningless as it is. I will not lie for you anymore. I will not pretend innocence or ignorance for you. I intend to enjoy my life and not worry about the dime-a-dozen End-Of-The-World's that seem to happen to you so often. I'll even listen to your over-analytical ramblings, as long as you don't expect too much analysis on my part. People do what they do, and I don't particularly care why they do it. I don't try to plan out friendships or relationships years in advance, I'm not a psych major, and I don't want to manipulate you. Therefore I have no need to spend hours agonizing over the strange workings of your strange minds. I intend to sit back in the sun and look at the tress and the pond and the ducks and the squirrels and those weird little brightly colored bugs and enjoy every minute of it.
No more secrets. No more lies.
We disappoint, we disappear, we die, but we don't.
They disappoint in turn, I fear,
Forgive, though, they won't.
No more giants waging war!
Can't we just pursue our lives, with our children and our wives,
'Til that happy day arrives, how do you ignore
All the witches, all the curses,
All the wolves, all the lies, the false hopes, the good-bye's,
The reverses,
All the wondering what even worse is still in store!
All the children.
All the giants..
No more.