unsure

I never thought I'd develop this sense of identity.

I never thought anybody would look at me, and see, anything except a fiend.

I never thought I'd be up at 3, thinking all these things.

Never thought I'd care about the ocean.

Never thought I'd see good people commit to, such terrible deeds.

I never thought I would live to teach.

Never thought parents would look and me and think.

"I wish my kid would grow up to be like he."

I assumed my life was doomed with gloom.

I assumed that I would turn blue.

I assumed I would still be sitting, in that basement, rotting with you.

I assumed love was true, not just a word.

Not just a statement, created, to take advantage of angels.
I assumed too much, I know.
I assumed parents would see me, and see evil.
"I wish my kid would find someone else, anyone except for he."