Why is it that no matter how much I hate you
I love you in the end...

I thought I had my chance
Maybe I'd finally be in your arms...

I had a dream last night,
It seemed so real...

I'll be on your mind until mortal life ends
Until you become desperate to be sane once again...

I'm sick of this illusion I pretend to be
It's held me in but it's made me see...

No one knows the real me
No one knows what I think...

Our creator is the one who decides our life.
He is also the one who decides our death...

Anger is the source of all problems,
Or at least mine...

I love your eyes,
Green and gold...

He hides in the shadows, trying to be unseen,
But I spot him quickly...

We started out as good friends,
But everything quickly changed...

I know this sounds crazy.
But I can't pretend anymore...