I guess you don't really understand me
But is that what I really want?
For all the things I am to show you
Like an open book right in front
I guess I have too many problems
But sometimes that's just okay
I learn to roll with it, to sing along
'Cause sometime it's gonna be my day
I guess I am too mysterious
And I think that that's totally alright
'Cause I don't wanna be a predictable
I wanna know who I am on the inside
I guess I may have some mental issues
But seriously, who cares about that?
For all I know, what's a human being
Without some madness and hidden fat?
Guess I am too guilty to live
But guess what? It's not my fault
Cause perfection doesn't include guilt
And no human is perfect at all
I guess I'm too short for my age
But life doesn't really need the tall
I should really wave it off now..cause
Just those with the quick brains are small
I guess I have been born elsewhere
Not where I was meant to be
But I shook it off cause its past that now
Here and now I'll make the memories
I guess I just jeep guessing
Of solutions and advice's to fit
But here, who am I really fooling now?
I know I'll never get over it......
©AkshayaGadre