Here we go again in the same reality of life.
Where I wonder in the open of a building.
I see my girlfriend with my best friend.
I wonder if I should have her leave for a bit.
And say what I want to say to my girlfriend.
But I don't know if I should speak to her.
Because sometimes the questions come.
I don't know if I should lover her or hate her.
My thoughts bleed and I cover them with.
A blank of blindfolds over them with force.
I don't know where fuck this is going now.
My heart is blinded with love and hate.
My girlfriend and I do some events.
But I lag words not certain of frozen.
My legs and feet lag of movement.
I don't know if I love her or hate her.
Are we lovers blinded by our own love.
But we are in a stare of confused state.
Yet I don't call a action to my systems.
Because they are frozen in a thin void.
I wanna break down but I can't or have trust.
With them in a nearby setting environment.
Or anyone else in the same piece of matter.
I fucked up this meeting once again sorrow.
I'm such a psychopath in this bleeds mine.
I try to tag along with the feelings I think.
But I didn't think in the matters nor she.
No one knows the truest form of myself.
