L-ve Run On

I'm not in my right head to write this, but I don't know from anywhere but my in here, and who's to say or not say "things", really though.
We all think we know it all knowing nothing but ignorance is bliss sure and that it hurts between the swooning nicely spots and blood oaths to forever broken like a bad dogs chain, and baby always gets the bite, because you gotta go, you know you gotta go, get gone, tomorrow is another day and won't wait so hold your head up high and smile through the pains, shake them off(dogs back cats paw ducks ass), erect of carriage always and always on the smile, but never with your eyes. There are no bad dogs, but there is a choice with us to be good, or bad, kind, or cruel, and it matters very much. I wish I could soothe it all for you, but the truth I keep telling is that I am not enough, not near enough, and I know my here better than anyone, to know. Not that I know from fuck all.