And just with that, my tears fell and watered the barren abyss of longing and disappointment…
The deserted plain of empty heart, the broken heart of wrong assumptions.
The window of the car can’t be moved, in the same way that my world froze when I realized your hoax and fraud.
How can you made me believe in your interest, how can you make me believe that it matters?
How can you give me a world of dreams if you’re just going to turn it into nightmare?