you're just a plot of the heart,
conning my soul to stories you
didn't or couldn't tell better.

subjugatting with pity, all because we believe you to be more than you are.

this is not revenge.
we do still believe.
sadly i can not be led anymore
by a plan so rooted in the pessimistic past.

optimism in the current:
the present of life; surfing the waves of time happy.

believe in its guiding hand with faith unwavered by the destined life we
must lead to death, it being good or bad. Accept your selfs, with love we will all heal.