I don't understand these things.
It's something highly unlikely.
Something out of the region of understanding.
You mock me.
Yeah but I know you're actually afraid.
Of stepping out of your little black and white world.
Where everything has a selective window.
You should live on the edge.
It's possible to not know someone wholely.
It's too possible to understand only a certain surface someone has.
Like what I stand by, words are codes.
Writing about love doesn't make me lovesick junkie.
Writing about me don't make a narcissistic.
People are more in depth than the naked eye can see.
And yes, I see greater depth in some people than some others do.