Why does every freaking one
Have to freaking follow me
Every freaking where?
Can't my loud friends understand I want silence?
Can't my wild friends understand I want peace?
Don't they realize I grow weary?
That I tire?
And when I crawl off to the side
Where rest my calm friends
I do not want the party to come with?
Is it so hard to think that maybe
I'm trying to chase after time
With someone both crazy and sane?
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