My girlfriend as she sits there reminds me of you. It’s the shampoo that she uses and her casual ingenue. Nothing I can do will shake this memory of you It’s buried deep within me and the guilt is peeking through
This aint the fairy tale that we thought we’d be, you know it’s not easy for me
And now I see you every single place I go, And I cannot break your heart although you told me to go. Torn between what I need and what I have to do
Chin Music
So many outlets from which to choose How can we find a balanced view? Now we can all read between the lines
Is a single source of truth The innocence of youth No evidence No Proof Of a single source of truth and the lies It’s the Devil in Disguise
Dumb opinions seem to make a fact Intimidation forcing your react. Who or where are we going to place our trust? We take a side yes we really must
