Always. Always, always, always, We breathe in sighs and breaths of desperation. Something always seems to make it's way in. And I end up looking paranoid, I call 'em out, you can call 'em out, See if they listen. They never do. Something always seems to make it's way in, Bad case of day dreams. I do not mind, I will pick from the tree of life all day, Everyday, I just need to take a breath and realize That I have got a very big problem, Chapped lips unhinge, I'm losin' my friends, I need a break from living older