Schizofriendly
It seems like every time I meet someone It’s as if two magnets of equal poles were banging against each other Never do they connect and so this useless exercise Will never, ever work My days go by like water The point is missing and my dreams are getting thinner But I continue on anyways Because I’ve realized that every time I’m having a bad night It resolves itself in the morning Or at least recedes Anyway I have my hobbies and that's point enough to keep going Despite the news and the growing lack of funds There's hope in tomorrow