You don't know me. You really don't know me. You don't know how crazy I can get. Only one person really knows that. Very few have had glimpses.
The complicated part is the gray area between what goes on in my head and what comes out of my mouth.
You have no fucking clue who I am. What I've been through. What I've put myself through, the standards I've held myself to. The promises I've made, and broken, and why.
I've lived too many lifetimes. I don't even know what the next one could possibly be.
The complicated part is the gray area between what goes on in my head and what comes out of my mouth.
You have no fucking clue who I am. What I've been through. What I've put myself through, the standards I've held myself to. The promises I've made, and broken, and why.
I've lived too many lifetimes. I don't even know what the next one could possibly be.
