what do we know?

ots; anon

We don't know and yet we're still on about it

Something still infuriats me

Tell me again what it is you said

Then it's not you, it's nothing you said

It's something I remember someone to say

She always used to say this

It somehow dug its' way into my brain

It upset me

You comforted me

The tears are running down my cheeks

Because of everyones' words and how facious they sound

Their words

They don't know history

The recordings have been corrupt

Have since been corrupt

What are we to believe then?

But simple nothings that have been passed down from generations' before us

To ones' own, lies his virtues