Some summers in the evening after 6 or so I walk on down the hill And maybe buy a beer I think about my friends Sometimes I wish they lived out here But they wouldn't dig this town No they wouldn't dig this town Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore Alice, the world is full of ugly things That you can't change Pretend it's not that way It's my idea of faith You can blow it off And say there's good in nearly everyone Just give them all a chance Now let's give them all a chance No it didn't work out No it didn't work out the way we thought it would No it didn't work out An arranged marriage is not so good Thank God it's you Y'know, your timing is impeccable I'm not fooling you I don't know what to do Some dude just knocked me cold And left me on the sidewalk Took everything I had Everything I had ******* i could never pretend it's not that way. that there aren't ugly things, i could never hold that much faith in humankind again. i wish i could, but how the fuck do you trust and have faith in people when it's the same people that are fucking up your life? i'm becoming more and more defensive with time because i trust less and less with each passing moment. example: whenever my mom tries to talk to me i snap and start shouting at her because i think i've done something wrong and she's about to bite my head off. and i was never like this in south africa. granted, my friends weren't as loyal as the ones i have here, but then the people in south africa weren't total fuck ups! goddamn, i'm just rambling. it makes sense to me. fuck off.