Fuck it so I’ve learned that a simple life is a happier one. I’ve learned the difference between satisfaction and pleasure. I understand that we are made up of millions of memories that we couldn’t possibly comprehend all at once. (here’s what fucks me up) So no one at any one time can be all of who they are. So should I just ignore all of my memories and be all I can be? or take in account everything I can remember and be who I am? I am truly moved by the sight of you Is it just your body or the symbolism of your image Wait don’t tell me I want to find out for my self But I’m still waiting Fuck all ways waiting Patients is a virtue but Id have gotten more love trying to hurt you Is that truly what it takes To sacrifice what I’ve gained from all mistakes To lay down my virtue for the closest thing resembling love I’ll never know I’ll never know Always waiting but never knowing Not till step has been taken Off ledges and from basements Than I’ll hit the peak of conclusions reached reality or pavement