I wanted to be right, who wants to be wrong, but if I’m classy I’m pretentious, if I don’t make mistakes I’m boring, if I’m kind I’m ignorant, if I believe in myself I’m arrogant ,
if I believe in others I’m naive, if I try I fail, if I choose to live I die. The more you learn, the less you know.
This world is a paradox, or maybe it’s just me, should I decide which to be so that I may be? I could go on forever but to the right person it already does.