Your eyes tell me things your trying to hide, and it seems like I could get lost in them for an eternity just to find out in the end I'm staring into another lifeless person.
That is the impression they have but deep in them I know there is something more than the quiet man people know.
But a man is more of a compliment, because really you are just another boy scared shitless of the reckless world ahead of you.
I am scared to, in that sence we are very much the same not only with eachother, but the same with everyone else.
I get it, your going to cast me aside because you think I'm a mistake, nothing more than a child, but that would be ignorance your trying to use to hide what you really think of me.
I get you.
I know what your feeling; alone, helpless, and always in the dark because your terrified to expeirence anything new.
Why am I interested in you?
That I question often, but I already know the answer and even then you feel that to ...the curiousity.
One difference between us is I'm not going to cowar behind anymore.
I'm sick of this suffocating feeling that needs to end, and so now here I am remaining to confront you because I wont leave you behind.
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