Scattered by the dark dreams , but no one could hear his screams ; they ask him if he is okay , but no one really means.
He was faded with the blames , which could only be understand by the flames ; he was tired with the players , who thought love is one the games.
Now he love himself more than anyone else, coz he know that promises are false ; not that coz he is broken , but it’s not regretting what he have now.