as "benefit of the doubt"
what good is there to the angst? to the nervousness? to the uncertainty?
as if not knowing certainly isn't already tortuous.
but you, ah, you're a completely different case.
your predicament is completely comprehensible,
and i can call your every move.
don't call my bluff, because you know i know you better than anyone else.
and sad truth? i've always believe(d) in you.
but i'm stuck knowing that you've never learned, and you'll never change.
so i guess all i'm left with is a grude i'm never going to be able to get over.
but what's new?
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