I've made careful observations
And have come up with a hypothesis
And for my saftey,
I shan't test it on myself
But learn in observing
Unfortunately, in observing
it's been proven wrong
Rarely—very rarely
And now it's my theory
That if you can seclude yourself
To one, and only one other being
For the rest of your life,
Is to only happen chancedly and uncommonly
And only for the fortunate, and appearance wealthy
When you live for death
And hate love
And all you see
Is what you hear
And things far away
Appear as near
Then you know,
You're a pessmist
But you see optimists
Deminished each day,
Shoved and pushed away
So optimism is here somewhere.
And it's real.
But pessmists have taken control;
Soon the world will be full of them.
Until there's nothing left to love
If you're an optimist, comment and tell me what made your mind up to be a happy person.
If my heart continues it's goodbyes
Then will it just have to die?
And if I keep on asking why
Then will I end up having to cry?
Shut your mouth, and close the door.
All eyes on you, it's hate galore.
Your heart is set on just one thing...
But that one thing is what brings you to bleed.
Your mind is confused,
and he's just amused,
but you don't say a word
Because you know it won't work.
This is for any of you who's loved someone...
and dated someone...
Who could care less.
If you're in that situation...
or someone you love is or has been,
Pass this along,
And make sure you/they end it,
because it's not a good feeling...
to be unsure whether you're loved...
or not.
You give it all you got
You give a hell of a lot
You give it way too much
And she doesn't give you love
Seattle, Washington
Seattle_Fangs@live.com
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