January 30th, 2009

I’m like an individual who’s colorblind
Arriving at the streetlight
And the light is on
But what does the light mean
Should I stop or go
There might as well be a stop sign
In front of the green light
Because these signals are so mixed
And so confusing
Like the words “I love you”
When they say one thing
But mean another
They’ve all told me they care
Their actions
But then their words
It confuses me
And I’ve let them get the best of me