Foolish children

Can't help this time. Maybe later, if things pull through. Someone keep me updated, please.

[snarl]

Waking up from a dream into another day
Never taking to heart all of the words they say
It so hard to believe if you never see
That the truth is split on the in-between
Waking up from your dream into another day
Never taking to heart all of the words they say
It so hard to believe because the truth is this:
What hatred breeds you must resist

Who was the first
And who was the last
Did you count yourself
Or omit the past
This basic concept
Begins again
When your actions flow
From the hate within?

Indecisive

Do I want to make the effort of going to the drinkies tonight, or try and lose myself in a computer game?