Are you real, make belief, what are you? I don't understand. Why do I trust you like I do? I despise it. I don't want to be attached, people leave. That's the way that it goes. There's no stopping it. I've never been able to accept the fact that you're still here. Any other person whould have left with strike one. I've strucken out but you haven't kicked me out of the game. Why am I still here? Please tell me why. Do you even know why, or are you just as lost as I am? The people on our lives ask why this is still going. Why does my heart skip a beat? I don't want to be here. Happiness is not my thing. Being miserable is better. You can't fall. Is that what I dread? Are you everything I fear? Is this it?
-Beso Beso.
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