PHOBIE d'IMPULSION, COMME UN ENFANT DÉPRIMÉ
IS THERE MORE NOW THAN WHAT WAS?
WILL I EVER LIVE DOWN WHAT I'VE DONE?
EVEN THOUGH I TRIED TO HOLD BACK FROM JUDGING
I ALWAYS END UP AND REFLECT THAT; NO MATTER HOW MUCH IT LETS ME DOWN,
I CANNOT STOP MYSELF, FROM CARING.
MY MIND IS STUCK AT EMPATHY.
AND FOR WHAT?
FOR SOMEONE WHO WOULDN'T CARE? SUPPORT? OR HELP, ME?
SO CAN YOU TRY TO UNDERSTAND ME?
BECAUSE, THIS IS HOW I SHOW, THAT I CARE
I KNOW NOW, HOW EASY, THINGS TURN AROUND AND BREAK.
HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS
OF MEMORIES
GONE
WITH A
SINGLE
MOMENT
ITS SOMETHING I COULD NEVER FORGET
HOW COULD EVERYTHING ,WE'VE DONE.. BE BROKEN?
AND THE WORST PART IS,
I'LL ALWAYS FEEL RESPONSIBLE
