The world is full of lies.
People change, promises break, even love is temporary.
Everything is just maaya - an illusion pretending to be real.
Nothing stays forever, nothing remains pure.

In this world full of fakeness, I drifted so far inside my own mind
that I reached a place where only imagination exists.
A place where everything feels true...
but only inside my head, not in reality.
Out there, nothing is real.
Out there, everything I touch slips away.

So I stopped expecting, stopped trusting, stopped believing in forever.
Because in the end, the only thing that never lies to me
is the pain I carry inside.