The words "I don't know", I've used to much,
but truely, there are few things I do.
There's things I tell you, reasons for my turmoil,
but they're not the only reasons.
I cannot tell you, for I'm scared, I guess I'm one of many fears,
I'm scared of how you would react, how you would think of me
I know I'm not good with words,
and everything is often mistaken.
I know you may ask me,
and maybe I'll tell you bits and pieces of the whole.
If that's the case, I know you'll eventually figure it out,
but I still can't bring myself to say.
So I'll just leave it as "I don't know"