There are times, I feel so much, and all, I can say is, 'I love you ?' Am I lost or something, am I tripping on something or what ?
What is it ? After that day, I can't say much, and it's been a fortnight or something ?

Does truth actually hurt so much, is it supposed to be this way ?
Whatever happened ?


But my dreams, they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance that's never free.