How clear am I?

Is like,
The clothes got stain with black paint and I can't get rid of that ink...

Is like,
I know I was wrong and I admitted it and took the blame...

But is like,
sometimes,
I just don't understand...
Maybe I won't understand,
I dont want to understand...

It's your impression about me,
It's yours,
Not mine...

I could only say that I'm tired of this...

Hmmm,
What am I thinking?



If I know you better,
Maybe I look into it...