They all wanted it that way, you can’t blame any of them. The blame is equally shared in such manners that they’re almost innocent. Two wrongs don’t make a right, but if there’s so much wrong… then it seems almost neutral. That’s probably just a simpleton’s way of thinking.
I bet there never was any escape. Attempts piled upon each other on a wall of shame only to better outline the big picture, which depicts the greatest failure. The failure of living.
Some people need other people so hard some times, but the pain feels so much better. The pain of having to go through it all by themselves, that is. Words would be better than nothing sometimes. Lies would be better than truths sometimes and rains would make everything better than sun shines.
Without further ado, I give you… the hoax: You live, you get stuck, you die. Don’t try anything different, you won’t change shit.