Such a windy night...
Did you break all the windows?
Have you lost control?
You won't have what you want.

Oh, my dear...
Ain't nobody told you
To sleep with the light on?
Cause I'm gonna break your heart.

I beat you can feel it...
Is it already bleeding
Or are you telling yourself
You're okay?

Listen, follow me throughout my darkness
I'm gonna find all your lies.
And the moment you're covered in dirt
I'm gonna see you, you'll rise.

Did you thought I was gonna beg?
For a miserable piece of attention,
For a moment of "is it".
You thought wrong.

Hey, keep up the pace, play your chess game...
Your soul's gonna be mine
And I'm gonna break you
To the core, to your destination.

All your lies are soaked in ****.
Oh, but you can't smell it.
You're rotten inside,
Breaking piece by piece.

Come, follow me.
You think you're in control,
But checkmate, my friend...

I won.

I don't understand how can a person keep trying to unlock a door that's locked so deeply or doesn't even exists. I don't know how does one get strength to move against something whose still, unmoved, untouched. How does one stay broken but picking up others pieces and try to restore something that can only be fixed by time and self-value. I know I'm whole cause I've been fine and myself, but why do I keep expecting others to want to be in my journey, my struggles and my wins, when they are too focused in themselves and their hate for the world? I can't explain how one's mind works, when I don't know how mine works. But still, I keep trying to understand you, to search for you, to know you, but you don't want me too. Or at least you don't show me you want me to. What to do when all I do is try? I don't stop thinking about giving up, but there's something in this, something that doesn't make me let go. It's a psychological torture, I know it is. I'm letting myself being torture by my cravings, my curiosity, my **** ******* feelings. I want answers, and I want them now! It takes time, but **** time. I want you to tell me the **** is in your head and where the **** do you think this is going. Is it asking much? I know we're different. We've lived different lives, different circumstances, different interactions. But in my world, my self-called world, when you want to know someone, you show them, despise the amount of time you have. I feel like I'm running against a tide. Tell me what you want, what you need, what you're thinking. Is it asking much? I guess not, but your mind works in mysterious ways.