I'm fine believing that not much is going to happen for me. Otherwise you're full of hope. You hope for things you'll get disappointed. No hopes, no disappointment. And you're job was to stay but you didn't. It's alright, it's alright, just ignore my tears I'm doing fine. So I'll just give up and cry in the darkness.
I'm not one of those dreamers like you might be. I've been angry for so long but I'm not angry anymore.
But Maybe, I'm not so proud of who I am.