Blissfully ignorant. That's what I used to be.
What you don't know wont hurt you, and it certainly wont hurt me.
I wish I'd known better, I wish I'd only seen.
If my eyes had been open, If there was more then only me.
I would have seen his sadness,
I would have heard his screams. I could have heard his pleas for help, had I been listening.
I would have known about her fears,
The things that haunted her for years. I should have lent a listening ear. I didn't know, yet I was near.
Ignorance isn't bliss.
It isn't something that I wish. It left me empty, cold and alone. It left me wishing I'd only known.