Why we fell in love?
Why we stay when we are hurting?
Why we pretend to be alright?
Why we hope for something to change?

Too many questions that may vary answers

The ambiguity of life is a malice
Filled with perspectives of your experience
There's no right, there's no wrong
Only the will of one's choice

Judge me, Belittle me, Loath Me
But I'm never be a victim to your ambiguity