My behavior would seem quite rude to an outsider
One unframiliar with the dusty corners of my brain
I don't want to come off as snobby or pretentious
If my words offended you, it was never my aim
I suppose my actions were quite abrupt
My words sharp, like knives
I must apologize for my nature
It is a defense, it is the way I survive.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 9:18 PM UTC
My behavior would seem quite rude to an outsider
One unframiliar with the dusty corners of my brain
I don't want to come off as snobby or pretentious
If my words offended you, it was never my aim
I suppose my actions were quite abrupt
My words sharp, like knives
I must apologize for my nature
It is a defense, it is the way I survive.
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