I don’t know anymore. It’s like I’m dreaming, and it’s like I am waking up from one. I obsess so much over you, I spent years pondering while you lived your life. All my thoughts, my feelings and ideas of you in a constant rewind inside of my mind. That’s all you are. A sequence that’s played over and over driving me mad. Exposing unhealthy emotions, ridiculous trickery of a fake fairytale. That’s all you are, inside of my mind; you’re make believe.