"I have a long way to go but why am I running in place?
I scream out of frustration but the empty air echoes
I hope tomorrow will be different from today
I'm just wishing..."
What do I want?
I want someone to love...
Someone to call mine... someone
who loves me. Someone who appreciates me...
I want to be genuine.
Not fake.
My fan's think they know the real me. They think that they can support me. In reality, no one cares how well you've done. They care for money... reputation. Music... isn't even good nowadays.
I want to make it good. I want to grow. I want to reach the top, I want to create music, I want to follow my gut feeling. I... I can't do that. I may have the equipment... but I don't have a muse. I don't have the encouragement others do.
Threats... their all I remember.
I don't want to remember.
But she helps me....
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"Oppa, what do you want to drink? It's on me."
UJi smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back at her.
"Regular coffee... Thank you UJi."
Quickly she ran to order and I sat down at a close by table. I see a piano. I want to play. But at the same time.
I don't want to bring them back. I can't... I won't.
I am cut out of thought by UJi. She hands me my drink.
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I want to believe she trusts me. I want to believe we're friends.
I want to believe she won't betray me.
I want to believe she loves me.
