At times, in the midst of making decisions, our minds forget
To think
Correctly
Everything goes blank
And one of the many cliche excuses come to play
" i don't know"
Do you?
Not know I mean
Because with uninterested eyes you watched a crime be done
With an inefficient mouth you had no courage to utter the truth
How do you live with yourself?
In the mirror what do you see?
Will excuses suffice a jury hungry for guilty blood?
No
But it will ease your conscious
Smooth over the tinge of dishonor
"i don't know"
But you do
Paranoia eats away at your nervous system
Eye twitches and nervous leg movement
Darting eyes and piercing stares
Guilty,Guilty,Guilty
I DON'T KNOW
What kind of excuse is that?
Bullshit,Bullshit,Bullshit
IM DONE
