trouble is a friend

lines are everywhere. and i cross some sometimes but you don't see them. but i guess i can't ask for anything more without knowing what i want from you... everything. and i think you can't give as much as i want you to. which is, sad really because i can't think of any reason for you to.

and lines. people draw lines around you, to try and tell you what they think you should be like. and tell you which ones to toe. and you draw disapproving looks (and more) when you do hop over these lines. but why should you conform- only because you don't want to be the oddball in the box; but what's so wrong with that anyway?

and people. people make everything. your life, if you think about it. we have a long road to run. so i think it's a good idea if we just play nicely now

sometimes i really can't figure out who i am, or what i want.

you think you know, but do you really?