It makes me cry that those things I loved now I hate. And why? Why has my life overturned on me like this? I don’t see what I could’ve done, except follow my own instinct. I did what I felt was right. And I see my past sins and stop wondering. Because there is my answer. And I didn’t even say a word. I can’t do what I did anymore. Guess I’m like the rest. And that scares me too. I don’t wanna be mediocre. I don’t understand these demons inside. But I’d say to them to leave and never return. With passion I’d say it. Seems like I’m the one letting them live inside. I’m guilty of that. Even those sitting at the top are not unknown to troubles. When will I ever pause and consider all I’ve lost? Will it be enough for me to return…?