You spend your life looking for answers you already know.
Your faith in yourself is staggeringly bad.
That must be some kind of curse, to always be right but to never believe.
Do you try to prove yourself wrong? Or prove yourself right?
Too smart for your own good. Too dumb to realize that.
Don't worry no one else believes you either.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
You spend your life looking for answers you already know.
Your faith in yourself is staggeringly bad.
That must be some kind of curse, to always be right but to never believe.
Do you try to prove yourself wrong? Or prove yourself right?
Too smart for your own good. Too dumb to realize that.
Don't worry no one else believes you either.
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