July 3, 2013 12:55 A.M.
It's too bad that you forget I can turn my brain on whenever I want.
If you walk around assuming that I'm an asinine fool
You'll believe it soon enough.
I am no fool.
Hear what you want to hear. See what you want to see.
It's my fault for not being fully alert to my surroundings at all times.
My guard is not always up.
But never assume that because it is not always up, it is never up.
That would make you the fool, not me.
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