Oh the gods that he believes never fail to amaze me. He believes in the love of his god of all things, but I find him wrapped up in all manner of sins. The drugs that deceive him and the girls that believe him. I can’t control you I don;t know you well, these are the reasons I think that you’re ill. I can’t control you I don’t know you well, these are the reasons I think that you’re ill.
And since last that we parted last that I saw him down by a river silent and hardened, morning was mocking us. Blood hit the sky. I was just happy, my manic and I He couldn’t see me the sun was in his eyes and birds were singing to calm us down. And birds were singing to calm us down. And I’m sorry young man, I cannot be your friend. I don’t believe in a fairytale end. I don’t keep my head up all of the time. I find it dull when my heart meets my mind Though I hardly know you I think I can tell, these are the reasons I think that we’re ill. I hardly know you I think I can tell, these are the reasons I think that I’m ill.
Cause it’s my problem if I wanna pack up and run away It’s my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway It’s my problem, it’s my problem If I feel the need to hide It’s my problem if I have no friends And feel I want to die.
“Don’t get attached alright, don’t get all beat up about it. You are a spiritual being, detach yourself, It doesn’t matter, it’s immaterial. Your soul is eternal the material world is transient. Do not become attached, it is ultimately irrelevant”—Russell Brand. What a guy.