I'm fucked up and I refuse to say why. I think I watch to closely, then again I haven't a clue so I hide my cry. I see you doing you and I sit back with purpose of violence. I know my part and what I know is silenced. No one is to partake in facts. I wonder in a giggle. Who do you really think I am? Am I suppose to ease back with a shiver? Do you know my intensions? Over seeing me as a man. Its a puzzle tryin to figure out angles. Unique as rare can be tangled. I forgive for I love. Do you understand why I stand the way I do? Yet I shut up. Do you even have to answer that? I am because of you. Listen to yourself. What if I were in your shoes. Would you feel the tension within? Or does it even matter? Why do I have to put it that way? Misunderstood is the curve of conversation taking place. Is this the way it is? How does one bounce back from the turn of disbelief? Its got me needing to act out in relief. Why? I amgetting lost in our time?
No comments:
Post a Comment