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Damn I’m moody… I’m fine all day, then I suddenly just *switch* in a blink. I don’t want to go to work tomorrow, but I feel as though if I don’t I’m giving up on something.

None of my friends are my friends anymore… they’re all people who I call my friends, but I don’t feel like I can share anything with them… and it’s not because of who they are, it’s just that I don’t feel right about it… I’d rather let them talk, because nothing I have to say is really worth repeating again and again and again and again, and that’s all I feel like I ever do.

In the time when
right was wrong and wrong was right
we were young then
and we travelled at night
on the frontier
where the action figures run
in the sandbox
we’d get dirty for fun

I know we’re gonna
die someday
but that’s the price you pay

for freedom
it’s a long road to the north
but you run on
gonna get there someday
it’s just the freedom
is such a lonely place to be
in the meantime

So we woke up
and the future was here
we sat up
and the dream disappeared
we were with you
about a mile after that
we lost you
now we want you back

I know we’re gonna
die someday
but that’s the price you pay

for freedom
it’s a long road to the north
but you run on
gonna get there someday
it’s just the freedom
is such a lonely place to be
in the meantime…