Don’t you know that
only fools are satisfied?”
–Billy Joel
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I’ve got an incredibly high tolerance for fun
Hard to get that same high with the things that I’ve done
Tryin’ to be grateful for all my memories
But deep down, what I really feel is melancholy
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I have so many blessings, so much to be grateful for
But still I can’t deny that I’m hungry for more
Always looking for what’s next; gotta be better than the last
If I don’t swing for fences, I’ll get lost in my past
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It’s not all bad; rather be restless than complacent
But when you’re (slightly) bored and lonely, it’s exceptionally hard to be patient
I know I won’t ever emotionally retire
Keep chasing the sun and feeding my fire
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So here’s a restless girl’s lament: not to grief, but to discontent
Just try to accept it and take it in stride
No matter what I do, I’ll never be satisfied
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I need another hit, better go try and find it…
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PS: I’m aware that my first and last stanzas contain language that could be interpreted to allude to drug use, but I’ve never done drugs in my life (and never will). It’s figurative, people! 🙂
Human/ Mormon/ Woman: KATHERINE 
What do you think of Gouthe’s Faust in relation to this?
Hi!
I don’t think it’s similar because I’m not trying to outdo God or reach beyond human limitations. And it’s not pride that’s driving me; it’s a love of life and a fear of being lonely and missing out. And unlike Faust, my hunger for more never goes against the commandments.
It’s a good warning, though 🙂