Happiness. Is it not enough for you to suffer all this while? Is it not enough for you to work so hard for us? Is it not enough for you to be happy? Is it not enough? You thought me to be kind. You thought me to respect. You thought me to be a gentleman. You carry a heavy burden. A burden that I do not know how to solve. How do you expect to help anyone if you can't help the person you love the most?
The unknown is such a scary thing, yet interesting. I grew slowly, yet progressively better. Who would have known, an old friend once lost now found and a new friend being with the old. The impact of introducing them leads to a small ray of hope, that light the hope of best friend, good friends, new friends, old friends and friends. In the end, they are my friends.
Your defenses were on high
Your walls built deep inside
Yeah I'm a selfish bastard
But at least I'm not alone
My intentions never change
What I want still stays the same
And I know what I should do
it's time to set myself on fire