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~
