The hard path is darkening.
The road is tough.
I wish I can run back.
Run back to your fake arms and lying words.
But, if I dare turn I know I won't go further, and I am so far.
I don't want to see your eyes.
I don't want to see your smirking face of what you have done.
I take another step forward and run.
I don't need you.
I only need me.
Because I know I won't be fake.
