<< | 2002-08-17 @ 12:25 a.m. | >>
dont tell me if you do, because i'm sick of advice from you

i don't know when you've ever been truly pleased. i don't know when an acceptable someone has ever fallen in love with me. i don't know how to listen to your truth when you say it with your nose in the air. i don't know how to hold on to people when i've had to let go all my life. i don't know how to rationalize all the wrongs i've chosen and all the rights i've stumbled across. i don't know whether or not to be ashamed. i don't know if i'm the only one who sees insincerity in your smile. i don't know if i'm the only one who sees life the way i do. i don't know if my mind has been corrupted or enlightened. i don't know if i'm shifting gears out of nervous habit or because i'm sick of settling for something nice but lacking passion. i don't know if it's wisdom or ignorant self-righteousness that comes out of your mouth ... or out of mine. i don't know if it's conviction or emptiness that makes these tears fall.

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