Really, he does... he knows what I'm trying to say, he knows what I mean when I can't make anything make sence... he knows that I don't mean to fuck everything up so much... he knows that though I try and hid do I try so hard... that if I've touched it, it is soon to wilt... I just want to say to anyone I've even hurt, that I'm sorry, I don't make sense, I don't think straight, I bite my tongue till I'm a snake... I'm sorry I try so hard but don't try hard enough... if I could make it make sence, I would... but I can't. God only knows my future, God only knows what my words truly mean... God only knows