i thought it was true.
i thought it was real.
it all turned out to be a lie.
a fantasy i build upon empty promises.

i felt i was on cloud 9 then.
now i feel like i'm in the deepest valleys.

i hate your care.
i hate you asking how i am.
i hate the promises that you've made.

my heart, like what fio said,
feels as though it has gained the pounds.

i cried,
because of you?
i ain't sure.

on tuesday night, i told God this:
"the one thing that i hate the most now is to PRAY.
So stop asking me to pray!"
on wednesday morning, i talked to God again.
i said: "the only thing i can do,
which is the very thing that i hated the most,
is to pray."

And so i did.