All my friends on AiM have went away
All I do anymore is sit and complain
Lets sip a coffee and point out the obvious
The difference between you and this anarchist
You feel positive energy with your head in the clouds
I see reality and you wonder why I'm down

Perhaps this sitcom is over
The original cast of feelings has left
The romantic plot line of lovers
Comedy is over after they protagonists have sex
And when, it gets serious It gets boring
I think this show is at an end

Your religion, your dressing up for the lord
Your god, your beliefs are getting old
The optimism of life you almost had me
But it end with me in misery

so I hope that your gold heart
won't blacken like mine
You try to call me smart
but I'm alone all the time
I see the pattern
It's a circular one
Your linear thinking
and me are done

WOW, HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD

good to see you here again..