I can see the future

I can see the future I can read your mind

I know what will happen next I've known it for some time

what would be a gift in a fairy tale is a curse when brought out here

I know one day my mother will call and it will be to tell me my father's dead so now every time my mother calls my chest fills up with dread

I don't get to know the bright moments those I can only guess what I get to know are burdens that leave me in a mess

I'd much prefer the not-knowing sweet ignorance is bliss

the curse of too much knowing is not a gift I'd miss