You Don't Know What Goes On In

And As I Stood There In The Hallway―alone―trying To Understand What Had Just Happened And Why, I Realized The Truth: I Wasn't Worth An Explanation―not Even A Reaction. Not In Your Eyes.

Maybe If I Forgot Things Once In A While, We'd All Be A Little Bit Happier.

And At Some Point, The Struggle Becomes Too Much-too Tiring-and You Consider Letting Go. Allowing Tragedy... Or Whatever... To Happen.

How Many Times Had I Let Myself Connect With Someone Only To Have It Thrown Back In My Face?

Could Be My Soul Mate / Two Kindred Spirits / Maybe We're Not / I Guess We'll Never / Know