so how can ya tell the real from the fake?
i usually do when its much too late.
friends oh they come and they go.
so does the sun & so does the snow.
the warmth & the cold, i find this shit's gettin old.
i dont believe in your god, your so called karma.
i believe in right and wrong.
and trusting my heart to know the difference.
im sick of people throwing fake theory into exsistance.
arrognace, you can tell me karma's a bitch.
well im sorry to tell you, karma doesnt exist.
its just as fake as the god you claim to not believe in.
youre all wasting your words, for the truth i have observed.
think what you will of me.
my heart beats alive in me.
and it is all that i need.
i wish i could have a real friend, besides my brian.
a girl who understands me, who doesnt get jealous and
doesnt make assumptions. im wishing for her please.
im sick of this desease the human race has let in with ease.
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