i cant bear it.you heart is mine but the name is his.or is it just my imagination of achieving everything i want or not in this materalistic world.always in the shadow of darkness trying to forgive u for my mistake.does not seem either way going thru truth always happens before the time.do u feel alright.beautiful moments trapped inside a spirit waiting to be free.but it seems pointless by emanucating dreams of past or just the thought of mind.may be everything is not suppose to be something.the rowing of the internal acknowledgements judged by anyone is not always favorable by god seems so far.the distance of time,trying to cover in a short span of time.is it just a measure of something u cannot define or the agreeing variation of the dependence.whose house is this,like it really matters but why dont it has to be matter.just kidding.