Believer

 All I can see are targets with a red paint on the middle of it. Nothing seems right and nothing seems to make any sense to me since I'm going to screw things up again. All I can see are my worsts fears and I swear I can't do anything to avoid it... It's too complicated for other people to see and I'm too blind and too weak to fight against it.

 Since you came into my life things changed. Things changed in a way I couldn't explain with some stupid words. Things changed in a way I could only give you a smirk and pretend that everything is going to be okay. I just can promise, lying to myself and hiding the most real part of me. I can just wear a white mask and pretend to be okay. To believe in you, to trust people and to be completely normal. We can only pretend that you're mine and that I'm yours.

 Honestly, I don't think we're going through this... I'm not what you want and I don't want to find anyone here so I'm walking on my own, finding my own ways to get out of this situation and leave you alone before fucking things up again, even if you say that you're the one who always fuck things up... Well, here I am.

 Someway, there are no meanings for these mirrors behind me. There is no meaning in this letter, in these words that I worked hard to find out that nothing is going to make you believe me or just try to understand it.

 These are feelings. Bad feelings.

 Seems like I don't belong here and I'm pretty sure I don't.