I don't think I know everything. In fact, I know I don't but I wish I knew what I know now, and I wish I could know what I don't know, but I don't know what I don't know, and that's frustrating.
I'll lay my story in blood one day My pain dripping through the words You tell my life's a boon, my friend I guess I was the curse I'll lay my story in blood one day And then you'll know why I have few friends and I tend to end Every happiness that comes by