My world is too small for anyone to hold on. It's too hard to stop because I'm burned. Seeing you in your demon hurt me rather than make me scared.

Seeing you stand tall every day makes me feel small and tortured. Being happy is scary, knowing I will be sad someday.

I thought of you as my hero. Protecting me from danger, protecting me from the world. But it's actually protecting me from yourself.

It's sad knowing I think of that; it's sad knowing I can think of you. My world is too cloudy not to feel blue. My heart is too broken to forgive you like that.

Her angels might pity her. Those tears are like raindrops falling for a reason. Those handcuffs and stones are a heavy burden, and seeing her struggle shows me my end.

Sadly, I could think of you as my "once a hero". But no matter what, I know deep down that you felt sorry too. You might lose control again, but I hope I can still forgive you.

PS: You are always forgiven! I miss you and I love you, please come back!