Some people are fake... some people are what they really are... and some
other try to change. Which one is me? I’m the one who try to change... i’ve
spent years to do that, and here I am now. Dumped.
I ain’t no crazy man, or have mentally retarded. I’m just someone who
sometime stares in front of the mirror and saw a monster in the other
side. And sadly he is the smart one. I know I have this since I was a little
boy, I’ve already made a lot of enemies from actually some close friends of
mine.
Tired, it’s been a tired life to control the situation where I have to
be good all the time. Once I mad, then I’m really not like me anymore.. or
perhaps, it was... not me.
