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It's been back and forth and it's really hard to tell who knows what at this point. The last week....depends on who you ask when - one minute, I'm the normal class clown, and the next, I'm an interfering judgemental jackass. Someone told me I needed help - I do appreciate that, by the way, because it was a bad moment, and yes, you were right - and someone else said I'd finally gotten it together. One person says I understand - another says I just don't get it at all.
I spend too much time thinking. Or not enough.
::Thursday afternoon, in the cemetary. Logan stands in front of headstone marked "Declan N. Logan," staring at it for some time, lost in thought. Finally, he shrugs and mutters before leaving - "Don't take this the wrong way, but you weren't much help, here."::
Life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
