There is always a choice.
You can choose to love,
To hate, or to forgive.

You can choose who to trust,
Who to love, and to whose hands
you'll entrust your happiness with.

-- That's what they tell you.

But really, there's none.
As much as you want to believe them,
There's no way to tell.

No matter how much they say that they'll never do this or that,
That they have your back,
That they'll never leave.

There is never an assurance.
Don't get caught up with all the ******* that they've been feeding you,
Or to the new things they've brought to you.

Because no matter how happy
And how good they make you feel, In the end they will
Only save themselves.

No matter how warm, big, and
genuine their hands may seem - Don't.

Don't entrust your happiness with them.
They'll drop it.
They'll drop it everytime.

Those sparkling eyes
were the secret place
in which I would like
to be lost forever. ...

I'm turning into a person I don't know,
not sure if I should stop
bust a U-turn
or
continue to go.

I'm crying for help but silence is what they see
Smiling but the wounds are too deep
Do you see the pain?
Everyone's shoulder... but where's his?
They say he's such a nice kid
Give him an Oscar he earned it
He's putting on a grade A performance
Playing the role but never playing himself
It's a cold world when you're in it by yourself

These invisible wings,
Carry my heart to you.
Even though you broke it,
It remains loyal and true.