I don't have to prove myself to anyone. I exist that's proof enough.

You don't know me, you see. The real me hides from the evil you. I'm the real me inside of me, looking at the evil outside of you. This me you see, is living this new life that never knew me, so how do you think you know me. The real me will only be revealed to you, when you disarm all your evils toward me.

I don't speak on the if's and what's of what I don't know. I speak on the I know of what I've learned to know.

I'm not trying to figure out the puzzle in other people. I'm trying to fix my puzzle when I see it in other people.

I'm not trying to get along with anyone. I just learned how to get along with myself.

It seems to me you have two flaws, knowing I would. Wishing you could.