I'm just gonna type and see what happens.. Im tired of striving I'm tired of trying Friends that aren't friends.. But you're with them till the end I listen to Jim and I think What is it like, to be him? What will it be like, when its over? I don't know, let's just not think about it and avoid being sober I try to escape what I believe to be my fate.. I run and I hide, but they're catching up. They want me back, maybe as a leader But I just grow meaner and meaner Am i morphing into something better? Or worse?