I choose to believe in my choice than to rely in the nonexistent destiny
I refuse to be mislead by fate and let my soul fall in the abyss
And so I make a choice Mr, I love you… I really do, the first time you made fun of me
That’s the time I refused the idea of falling
But instead I was caught up in your net of hidden truths and beautiful fallacies
Electrified by your stolen glances, fueling the desire to want you
And so I choose this one thing that will go against what was supposed to be everything
I choose to be hurt, be confused, be the person i dont want myself to be…be the person who’s in love with you