2 stories up laying there in that summer camp of a bed. My fascination with this place that I called home and call home continues. Incesently. Or, something?
I've always wondered whether it was me that was right or someone else far more sure. But it's me. I'm sure it's me. Because truthfully, I've never been wrong before. According to who you ask?
According to the heart beat and the outcomes and the feeling at the end of the day. According to the life I live and feel on my own. I'm right. I'm always right.
KACHING
Except when I'm right.
ReplyDeletewell usually I'm right and then whenever I don't have an opinion on the matter then you're right.
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