I'm choosing my freedom, my loneliness, my silence, my own private pain...
I can't left those suitable things.
But I have met a person whom I start to adore... Well, I don't know how could it be, but it goes this way...
I'm wondering why I let him into my life, why I let him sleep on my side, why I set my soul free and my heart to absorb him.
Now I'm trying to stop myself, to hold the feelings deep inside and, probably, to refuse from my happiness, that's what I'm trying to do.