I don't know anymore.
I don't know anymore.
I don't know anymore.
I don't know anymore.
I want to know the answers but I doubt I'll be able to take it.
Maybe I won't try to understand anymore.
I wonder why I'm believing this,
when I knew the truth and I desperately wanted out,
I know that I'm knee-deep into this, and I might as well not try.
I might as well die with the fact that I'm always too naive.
I wrote this with tears, born from the core of my heart.
"And things are going fine right?"
Lies are used to convince others, not yourself.
Because when you lie to yourself, your conscience weakens you, you're a loser, you use lies to comfort yourself.
Only, it doesn't comfort me, it just hurts even more.
Pei Pei, just how hypocritical can you get? Get a life.