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The name that runs the street's Nhu, and that's pronounced like new, if the foreignness of it is making you lose IQ. I write and live my life like the dork that I am. I don't put up with shit, so if you throw some at me, and you'll definitely get some back. Read what I write and speak to me at your own risk. |
The night’s quiet, everyone’s away in slumber, and I, I am awake and wondering.
Why do I think too much? Why do I hope for and expect so much? I know that I shouldn’t expect so much from someone, ‘cause all it does is lead to disappointment, but all I do is expect. Why? Why is it that I must over analyze? Why do I have to ask so many questions? Why do I begin assuming? Why must what I assume be true?
Why in the hell?