But you tell me I'm okay.
just a calendar day, it's funny how things can stay the same or drastically change. some things seem so close on some days but still so far away. don't know the right things to do, in fact i don't have a clue [sometimes i feel like a tool] and i want to be truthfully true to you & do all the things that you do. but when i hate everything about the mean things that i say, it feels like i mess up so much and i can only say, "i hate everything about my ways." but you tell me i'm okay...the truth, you know, is that i have just been hating so many things i do but now i realize forever that you're my friend, no matter what you will never leave me to fend. i don't know much but i know we will be happy as a 1950's tv family except times infinity