i hate the fact that to me you appear to do nothing
and yet i know that is not true of you
you have a way of "doing" something that is different
from how i "do it"
and the conundrum
i couldn't recognize it in you if i didn't posses the
i can't know what i don't know
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together
long live the beatles!!!!!
"just ask me: is this what you really want?"
is a fucking cop-out
the words unspoken
by your hurt or by my hurt
creates our chasm