Its the same story. The unhappy ending.
I play the loser that seems to be winning.
I seem to be winning in your eyes.
By my action I expose myself, I open to weakness,
I fall to my own choices, feelings so far gone so...
Here I am, opened for you to see, what you know.
Ill determine I have tied my own hands,
Hands that hold these walls around.
I've risked everything now I feel myself breaking
You think I never needed to hold anyone else?
I'm scared of losing more, you think you know me?
You think that I don't feel?
You thinks you what you mean to me?
You think I don't hope
