why is it that i forgive so easily? why do i always weigh intentions instead of faulting stupidity when stupidity, that fickle fool caused us such grave heartache and for what
why is it that i forgive so easily? and risk my feather heart exposed a brothel for sentiment care murdered and never returned screaming out to be ****** over by another time after time
why is it that i forgive so easily? and allow anger to fade lay waiting for recognition discard all ammunition and tell myself once more that *it is all worth it
I can forgive, and i can look past things. But somewhere in the hidden idealist part of my being, i cant come to terms with how the people i least expect, are the ones that give me the most to look past. then of course its me i blame, for being so **** weak.