On certainty and distinction.

I shiver and I wonder and I ask myself what why and how.
I am beyond where I should be but so far from where I want.
Contradiction affliction, bound by conviction to stick
To my word...? Or my heart? Are they the same?
I...am fairly certain they're not.
But then again...
But then before...
But then now...
Oh, how beauty and tragedy follow.
Oh how they lead.
Oh how I'm not sure what any of this means.
Call me a liar.
Call me immature.
Call me, accuse me...
Just do it and be sure,
Because me? I'm really not.