June 9, 2009 @ 8:00 PM
Sometimes, I hate knowing what I know.
I hate knowing things that I shouldn't know.
I bear a weakness, I think too much.
I keep pondering about things that I shouldn't,
because it seems to me that a quarter of my life has been a lie.
Everything seems like a lie when trust is lost.
And when I think too much, I'll have questions.
Questions that will have answers that I never want to know.
And when I don't get my answers,
my brain gets wild.
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