Where is it
That we draw the line?
It depends on our morals
And our mood at the time.
So how do we define
The things we think are fine?
I guess that's the question
On all of our minds.
I've done bad things.
But I won't change my ways.
It would be too hard.
It would take many days
And questions it would raise.
I promise to amaze,
Because you would gasp at the thought
Of all the games that we play.
I think I'm done
Complaining 'bout life
How I don't know what I'm doing.
How i won't find a wife.
How there is so much strife
When her words cut like a knife.
I guess I'll just learn to cope
With my fucked up life.
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- RUSSEL AUNDER