How long am i gonna play hide and seek with my own feelings towards what she says?
How long am i gonna be a slave to love when nothing comes to me for real?
How long am i supposed to pretend its nothing to be thought off when clearly theres a lot of things are not meant to be and not on its track?
Gates of hopes are closing, gates of memories are opening as things are just going to be another piles of false hopes.
The fact that im still the old me, im the old scarred me, the old scratched me, the old torn down me is still there.
Even if theres an exit, its just a refraction of another pain behind the mirrors of life.
I'm not tired of feeling, and living up to these false, fake, temporary type of love.
I'm getting used to it, until the point i am legitimately numb thats where i become the walking dead.