"I don't know
I don't know
I don't know"
I sit in my room facing the wall
Muttering and whispering, doing it all
My sanity left and took my vocabulary from what I've heard
They were cruel enough to leave me with these three words
My mind tries to hide it
My thoughts try to disguise it
When the truth comes out there is no way to hide from it
Should I pray or should I ink my skin with red once again?
Should I tell the others or pretend to forget?
Should I hide my thoughts or let my true struggles show?
Will I move on or will I even be alive enough to know?
We're back at the start, welcome to the show
My only answer is
" I don't know "
/k.p./
