"My feelings unspoken of, though expressed in forms of art, Her feelings spoken of in a manner so discreet that didn't break my delusional heart, surrendered the control of my dreams to her, thinking that it would bring me closer. And then dreaming of drifting away and losing her. Oh, how I loved to be in that pain, knowing what lies ahead yet in a world of my thoughts, trying to subdue it, pretending it isn't there just to feel that one moment of fake love that I had created, all her actions telling me that I'm not the one, seeming meaningless to me, and mine just yearning for love, she could've have freed me of this caged illusion, but I was left hanging off a cliff, tied to it with love, and with passing time expecting it to break and put me out of my misery, to be as fragile as a mirror, becoming what the world wants, breaking every day and pulling yourself together just to break again..."