It's a weight.
If you got this sea of fire in your inside you're not able to see the lies clearly. I believe you again. I WANT to believe you. I weave every exculpation for your way.
Wanna make everyone believe you love me.
But it's just a warped kind of looking at me. You use me. Nothing more and nothing less. You adore the way you got "a fan". And I am this object as you see me. I cannot erase you. Your presence still lingers here.
And I will do it and do it again.
And this is till eternity cut my throat my implementation of my life.
I hate you