Truthfully, I think that there is a hidden hint that he tried to speak.
If it’s not a trial, then my mind is playing tricks on me.
I can’t always rely on my instincts,
They’re just signs that I see with my eyes.
And it’s not the signs that I seek for,
I look for the truth that lies underneath those signals.

Maybe I was just over-thinking.
Maybe I think too much and build my hopes up.
Cause there are times I find possibilities;
But partial of me hits upon reality;
That all the signs are impossibly real,
So unreal they’re just a creation of imagination.

I could never understand why I can’t stop
I felt like I found a road that leads me nowhere
I felt like I’m waiting for things that could never happen.
It has left me with unanswered questions.
I can’t halt the feelings that feel so real.
And no matter how hard I try to stray away
There is no absolute way to **** it.