Sunday, March 27, 2011

What I Know

I don't know why you'd want to look at me,
fudging the details is all I do.
I tried to fill them all in and right,
but they keep turning into something new.

I don't know why you'd want me to watch you,
every mistake makes my head hurt the more.
I tried to teach, you tried to learn,
but nothing changes anymore.

I don't know anything or anyone,
I don't know where to go,
I don't know why I tried to bother,
so I'm going to stop trying to know.

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