Honesty loving, isn\'t everybody\'s favorite kind of love.
My answer to the question you asked me earlier.
I never imagined myself like this.
I struggle so much to return my juvenile balance.
When loving one lady made other ladies less admirable.
Yet, a harsh reality drove me down the stream excessively far.
Forced Acceptance was the only window to another tomorrow.
However, I couldn\'t do it without rewriting my entire life.
I had to seek the comfort of things that would preserve my life.
I tracked down Liquor and Ladies,
Why ladies?
I was unable to love any single lady like Her.
Simple rejection makes me deadly un-ease.
Knowing that even in all honesty, someone out there can hurt me.
Someone should have told me, right at the beginning of my life.
That Honesty love, isn\'t everybody’s favorite kind of love.
There are dreams to chase.
And we sacrifice even more adored things.
I fear to watch it happen, right in front of me again.
To watch her leave, leave me lifeless
and forcefully make me carry on with the new-imposed sort of life I am not prepared to lead.