Curse of Knowing

I may not understand,

I don't have the experience,

How would I know?

How could I know?

So why listen to me, I couldn't be right...

Right?

Sure,

I suppose,

It makes more sense that I would be wrong.

You don't have to listen,

And I get why you wouldn't,

I'll wait here and hope

and pray

that this is the day that I finally didn't know.

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