It's strange, all the things that would satisfy me have
dismantled. It's strange. I looked forward to this day and
it's here. This time looked brighter but the fog must have
taken away all the hope and innocence. It's strange. When
you're young, you have time and vision. I have the money and
time now but no passion. Is it laziness or lack of satisfaction.
I wanna check out early, I know I haven't hung around long
enough but nothing worth hanging around for. It's strange.
Doctor tell me about how happy kids would make me. How sad my
parents would be if they outlived me. It's strange. I
don't feel a thing.
