The lost art of Words.

"believed"

I always believed in a lot of things,

I always believed in everything, in my dreams,

that one day everybody would love and cheer on me,

Just how I wanted, Just how I imagined,

I always believed in myself, always,

No matter what,

I would never stop believing in myself,

Sometimes I was too tired, Of losing, Of being a failure...

But I wouldn't stop believing,

I would never.

Because I knew,

If I didn't believe in myself,

Who would?

So I had to be confident and always believe.

I got used to believing.

Never ever in my life, there wasn't a situation that I stopped believing...( a sweet lie)

I would always carry on my own, I never stopped believing, If I believed, It meant no one could change it.

It meant no one could change it...

It meant no one could change it...

I believed I would still have a chance in what I wanted, I always did everything for it...

but deep down I knew the truth,

I couldn't.

I knew that,

I just threw away that fact, And believed I could,

I liked the way everything was,

Until they started talking.

They told me over a thousand times,

That I couldn't, they knew I knew it, they still pointed it out...

they asked me, why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Because I couldn't...

I couldn't...

I was too devoted to it,

I just wanted to feel like I was having it Like I still had a chance,

That's why I believed...

That's why I imagined...

And look where all of that has gotten you.

                                                                      "Believe, Is what makes us, 

                                                                                      Human...