I scroll down the page with my eyes
These words you right seem to hypnotise
I can't seem to compear
With what I'm writing here

You say I'm mature
But I still don't seem to understand
And I'm not quite sure
Where in your mind do I land

What am I supose to do with this secret
With this blood that stains
Am i going to live in regret
What can i do?

I know you know
But do you care
So what am i suppose to do,
With this secret we share?