pretending its ok.
its tough.
fighting back the tears.
its the toughest.

sometimes i don't exactly know what i'm doing.
what made me do it.
and why i'll do it anyway.

from the time i questioned myself.
or maybe when you questioned me.
its suprising to finally find the answer.
and the answer is: there's no answer.
then i realised it goes way back.
way back to where everything started.
there was no reason either.

i wish at times.
other times, i half wish.

for every action, there's an explanation.
i see the action, i feel the action.
all i ask for is the explanation.

remember me this way