some days i thought i would be okay,
and some days i feel that the bad days will last forever,
some days they'll take the headache away,
then turn to ash.
and some days they bring me back to life every time i find a new light,
some days, the light leaves me blind and ends up for me to stumble and fall by the roots of the trees,
some days, where the light appears and disappears, and i embrace the shadow like it was an old and faithful friend.
but then some days the shadow bring up my past,
and then i fall further and further, and further, until i'm afraid to get back up because, some days,
i don't want to fall again.
and i never thought i would be able to fall platonically in love
and i also never thought i'd be the one to confessed.
but if there's one thing i know about myself, it's that i don't know anything about myself.
