past in time. present in mind.
No doubt did I have enough to say, and enough to help me realize.
Or at least I thought I knew so.
But how could I waste so much time worrying?
Its always going to be that way, we love it messed up.
Emotionally you know I’m there.
I see it like no other, but I’m in no position to say I know it all.
To any other I’m vain and only clueless.
So good at pretending
So good at faking.
I can’t even feel my heart anymore.
Posted January 16, 2009 at 3:01pm
