sunday's finest.
am i the only one. is it just me, but i can't believe in anything i can't see. i've realized that i don't have to pass the time by looking toward another. so i don't bother. thats why i can't follow you. look to you or anything like that. i'll never really know if you're fiction or fact. i just can not, sorry to say, not today or anyother day. tomorrow or twenty years down the road. i just don't have the faith to know and to believe. because if i did i wouldn't be me. and i couldn't live my life the way i want to. if i'm forced to believe in you. looking, believing it's something worth seeing for yourself. being true to yourself. it's your life, live it the way you want to. i am and this is how i always felt. it's my life. no one has the right to tell me what to do. not you, not them, not him, no one. and when it's all done. maybe i'll know then. but for now. somehow. i'll have to to do what i want to. don't force feed me your belief. to me it's a relief that i can see and that i have the common sense, because believing in myself makes a little bit more sense. |
