Myself, often clueless and naïve
I’m artless, credulous, and defensive
Ignorance is bliss for me
Something I don’t know can’t hurt me
I tend to twist your words
(I do, I do, I do a lot)
Make you look so clueless
(How could you even withstand it)
This ugly fucking attitude wins no war
All I can do is to go on so far,
Ignorance is bliss for me
Something I don’t know can’t hurt me
The more we age, the farther we lose who we are and begin to restrain ourselves for fear of others.
As we grow older, we become increasingly aware of pain and suffering, and the more we know about everything wrong in the world, the more we lose our innocence and become less 'blissful'.
I’m artless, credulous, and defensive
Ignorance is bliss for me
Something I don’t know can’t hurt me
I tend to twist your words
(I do, I do, I do a lot)
Make you look so clueless
(How could you even withstand it)
This ugly fucking attitude wins no war
All I can do is to go on so far,
Ignorance is bliss for me
Something I don’t know can’t hurt me
The more we age, the farther we lose who we are and begin to restrain ourselves for fear of others.
As we grow older, we become increasingly aware of pain and suffering, and the more we know about everything wrong in the world, the more we lose our innocence and become less 'blissful'.
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