How can we ever know an other one

When we don’t even know ourselves

How can I ask you to believe me

When I can’t even trust myself

I guess it’s just the way it is

And I’ll just have to play along

Trying to get over

All the things that went so wrong

And I want to make it better

Better than it was before

Closer to the truth I guess

Like it should have been back then

But regrets are for the foolish

The innocent and naïve

Regrets don’t count for much tonight

See my heart upon my sleeve

And I never really knew you

And you surely didn’t me

Masks and illusions hid us both

From the real you and me

No, two people never merge

They’re finally apart

Each of us is separate and complete

Within ourselves



David Trudel  © 2012





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