The Problem
Look at the world that surrounds us
drink it all in like fine wine
Look at the people around us
pissing and moaning like swine
Look at the few who adore me
until you find a pattern within
Look at the way that they bore me
how can i hate my own friends
Copyright © Johnny H. | Year Posted 2009
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