So I trust too much, but there's nothing new about that. I should give up on you, or better yet, I should give up on me. I can't do that though, it would make me a let down. My fingers don't know what to do with this pen, my thoughts don't know what to think. My eyes want to cry, but nothing will come out, like I'm missing something. Thunder comes with lightning, so if there's no lightning, there's no thunder. I'm missing my lightning, so for now, my eyes are dry. My thoughts fly by so fast, I have no time to think, so don't ask me how I feel about anything, cause I honestly don't know. The truth is all I ask for, but I have a hard time getting that. My mind tells me it's all a lie. Are you lying, or am I lying to myself?