Disaffected and Out of sorts

So we're alone again
I wish it were over, we seem to never end
Only get closer to the point where I can take no more
The clouds in your eyes
Down your face they pour

Won't you be the new one burn to shine
I take the blue ones every time
Walk me down your broken line
All you have to do is cry
Yes, all you have to do is cry

Hush my baby now
Your talking is just noise
And won't lay me down
Amongst your toys
In a room where I can take no more
The clouds in your eyes
Down your face they pour

Won't you be the new one burn to shine
I take the blue ones every time
Walk me down your broken line
All you have to do is cry
Yes, all you have to do is cry

Photographs and brightly colored paper
Are your mask you wear in this caper
That is our life
We walk right into the strife and a tear from your eye brings me home

Won't you be the new one
Burn to shine
I take the blue ones every time
Walk me down your broken line
All you have to do is cry

-- Closer - Joshua Radin


Don't know why it is. Maybe it's the gloomy, miserable weather. Maybe it’s the imminent exam that I feel extremely unprepared for. Maybe it’s due to feeling betrayed by the course and administrators of it. Maybe it’s because no-one here really seems to want me as a proper friend, just a fun/polite acquaintance. Maybe it’s because people don’t behave honourably and will just get what they can out of life. Maybe it’s even just because I’m not getting enough sleep. (I’ve even been told I’ve been subdued today because I’ve swapped my red bandana for a blue one).

No matter what, I’ve spent the day feeling disappointed. I’ve not been as chirpy as normal. I haven’t thought highly of people, or patient with them. I’ve got a cynical, pessimistic view of the people around me – the world at large.

The world is a cold place. People go around in their self-contained, self-absorbed bubbles; trying to screw everyone else over, just making sure they end up in front of everyone else. When people give more than they take, the rest of the world sucks the generous few dry. We bounce around alone, gathering fleeting moments of happiness, trying to shield ourselves from the world out there that doesn’t care. When you start to fall, who is there to help catch you?

All you have to do is cry.

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