Tuesday, 26 February 2013

Of Knowing You

I know you in ways I couldn't admit.
I know you so well, I wish I didn't.
I know what's on your mind,
And what you're about to say.
I know exactly...how was your day.
I know your future, like I know your past,
And I know that I can't tell you that,
Cause if I do, you'd never believe,
And if I do, you'd only leave.
Either way, I'll only bleed.
I'm no psychic, no magician
I only know you well.
And I wish I didn't know you so well.

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