The place is blind, the sky is blind
Until you do the right thing
Until we calm the wrongs
I will always be surrounded by answers, always be surrounded by people who won’t let me question. I may be a naïve child at heart but I don’t need answers anymore, wrong answers. Don’t screw with me anymore. When I thought I will let the days pass without narrowing them to my righteousness state of sense, I may be a foolish but it’s difficult. It truly is.
I can’t and I just can’t. Then why are you making me? Over and over again.
I didn’t want any lies, any of the small white lies but you pushed me and nearly everyone into this pit of wrong choices. Now, I may not be able to ever get out again and I may not be able to live like this.
Don’t ask me what is so wrong here. I won’t be able to say a word but I may strangle you. And that will again make me hate myself. Let me just stay at my place, I want to wash away the blindness. Please don’t interrupt.