It's funny how this all works out. Always asking for change and difference, yet more things are felt through someone else. Words aren't spoken, only when necessary, all other times they're sung through the vocals of opposition. It's a game we play, acting like we don't care, but we care so much that it hurts and you can't do anything but walk away. It frustrates me. I'm so frustrated. Why does taco truck have to be so fuckin' far? How long will it last? This is some endurance, or rejection, or perhaps a wall we all hide behind? When it rains, can you feel it in your heart?