I Believe...
Love.
What does that mean?
Imagine falling in love without knowing.
Is that possible?
Imagine falling in love the wrong person. Your opposite. But at the same time your soul. What do we know about love? Why do we care about what people say?
What will you have to do when you feel lost, hated, forgotten, and don't have anyone to trust? There is only one thing to do!
BELIEVE...
I told him what I thought I would never tell anyone.
He knew I was a liar.
So why did he care?
I knew he would lie for me if he had to
But how could I trust a stranger who may be a liar too?
He says secrets never did anyone any good
But neither do lies
And here I am, telling our little lie to you