Tricky how fairytale plays 'wannabe' with reality,
When one's hoping and dying at the same time is of certain insanity,
Whatever are the odds that makes me question endlessly,
Should I or should I not deliver my words directly?

Oh dear pumping one, why must you speak ever timidly?
Do you fear to hurt the one offering loyalty?
Or do you fear to bet that game of uncertainty?

You just can't feed your mind that he might be,
The one worth risking for or another blame in me,
I just can't play someone else's honesty,
When I've been a victim of the same scene of cruelty.

I let one circle my mind, now look at me
Torn in pieces for believing something so real but was soak in fallacy,
Now I've tasted the bitter sweet fruit of penalty,
How my heart has been through much casualty,
When all I did was to love an unforeseen tragedy,
Now trapped in turmoil, a prisoner imprisoned but free

So forgive me if I've closed the curtains that once welcomes brightly,
For to feel numb was to escape the possible possibility,
Genuine or not are one's confession for me,
I'm just too wreck to try again,
I'm scared so I'm sorry