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