...but in the end you always lose all. And the best answer is silence. Which leads me to this question:
"If you want to shoot a mime, should you use a silencer?"

You always end up saying:
"I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in,
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones"

but wouldn't be better said:
"And I'm just waiting till the firing stops
And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off"

Sometimes (most times) I miss all that small things that used to make you happy. You know, a lollipop, a pink ice cream, a guitar with friends, a hot drink near the fire, first day of holiday and so on. But the truth is...we are not 16 anymore. And we just don't appreciate these things. We always end up wanting more, and more...and more.

Sometimes we are blue, sometimes we are orange, or green-er (you know, like a bunch of m&m's), but I hate those short moments when we are black, which leads me to another question:
"When we quit smoking, we live longer, or is just time which passes slowly?"
We say "Time lost its patience with humans..." instead of
"Time had infinite patience with humans..."

I just remember a Homer Simpson “quote”:
“Kids, you tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.”

Which naturally is wrong. But silence is golden. I’ll try to keep that in mind.