I'm afraid that I don't understand;
Well, I guess that's nothing new.
I never really understand,
But care? I always do.
Maybe that's the reason
That I wrote all along;
When I don't understand it,
I put it in a song.
I used to keep my thoughts here;
I stored my feelings on the page,
Even if the facts themselves
Weren't exactly straight.
Coming back here almost feels like
A visit to a foreign land;
Remembering all the things I felt
But didn't understand.
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