So insecure, but so confident that we will make it
And although he's halfway perfect, I cannot help but fake it
So much faith but no faith in us
The future is already planned with no trust
This failing union goes on to please
The one who is more in love, but my thoughts are these
I can also imagine that future in out horizon
But we've gone too far, too soon; we would be blind then
My great depression relapse has taken its toll
Even in its early stages, it has damaged my role
The angry lover is what is what has become of me
I'm so damn smart, but too blind to see
So in love for the first few months, but an old friend decides to rupture my confidence
Not using it as an excuse; though, it has changed our providence
I've always dreamed of being free, but now I'm stuck living for him
And my guilty conscience knows, now, that my chances with him are slim
May God give us guidance because I don't know how to end this
Or do I end it all? Because my heart wants to defend this.
