WhoKnows.

Unorthodox.

Loneliness consumes my soul.
She may be right, hell I know she is and that scares me even more than trying.
The liquor speaks.
Stream of consciousness.
Lose ourselves inside a world made for us and no one else.
I don't know and part of me never wants to find out.
You see more into me than you know.. I don't .. no.. I'm scared to let you in.