People always tell me what they want me to believe in.
They attempt to allure me into this dream which will end some days, sooner or later.
Me, who do not have enough confident in my own instinct anymore, believe in those dreams.
And when the truth reveals itself, it becomes a double stupidity and pain.
Pieces of memories, fractures of happiness, pierced through my heart every second the feeling strained.
I regreted to diminish my instinct and trusted.
I regreted to ignore all the objective facts and believed.
Should I defense or accept?
Should I be aware or trust?
They attempt to allure me into this dream which will end some days, sooner or later.
Me, who do not have enough confident in my own instinct anymore, believe in those dreams.
And when the truth reveals itself, it becomes a double stupidity and pain.
Pieces of memories, fractures of happiness, pierced through my heart every second the feeling strained.
I regreted to diminish my instinct and trusted.
I regreted to ignore all the objective facts and believed.
Should I defense or accept?
Should I be aware or trust?
