Please tell me

That this is nothing but a nightmare

Nothing but a dream

And that when I wake up

I won't remember anything

But parts of me are trying to convince

Saying that I like it better here

Because he'll protect me, he'll help me.

What is this feeling in my stomach

That feels like it is a butterflies resting place?

Do I trust him? Do I… love him?

The heavens and the stars tell me nothing but grief

Or are they telling us to say what we really want to, what our hearts desire before it's too late?

~Falco~