I know u want to be a perfect mistake. U wanna be some saint, lying in the moonlight which is over pure and unforgettable. U wanna be the one who save, who smile, who occupy all one’s heart but not giving any accurate respond. U are afraid to take the responsbility of relying on each other, u are afraid to be exposed in the slow and fast path of life, all your life, all your lies. U are a wise one, and an unwise one. To wise to be a theroist, to unwise to lack the ability. U despise it, u said so, Cosy relation, u dont want to be an actor anymore! While u are still a liar, when u refuse, when u equip yourself with tons of excuse, splendid excuse, all u try to do is just polishing your unremitting failure. To keep your life and lie going on, you continuing creating more stories to cover them up, trying keep yourself in shade of self-protection. You don’t dare. U shall fell sorry, shall not play others around, keep them alive, breath u some fresh air, luv u.
