Life is just a big confusion.
We are here, but most of us don't know why.
And when someone's not here, we don't understand why.
when we lose something, there are no answers.
and when things look good, everything turns upside down.
Just how many things you really can be sure of?
I really try, try to know what she thinks of me.
But everything she says, just confuses me even more.
I like her, but she could hate me and I wouldn't even know it.
communication is just so confusing, isn't it?
[ ..that's why it's good to know the constants. Me = ugly & boring.

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