I am weak and frail and I am in hell I wonder how to break free from this chain of me I hear then his soft voice loudly I see light shines really brightly; but again I am weak and frail and I am in hell.
Forcing you to love me again is a kind of cruelty. But, destroying me for just loving you is a melancholy. A metamorphosis had landed into your heart. A typical disease sugarcoated by an aesthetic art.