It don't matter.
Things won't change.
It'll still be the same.
Boundaries?
There aint such thing, right?


That's what they said.
Yet no matter how much I assured myself,
trouble spells on my forehead.
If I just lay here,
would things be the same?


I know the answer now.
but sadly, you don't.
How am I to tell you when you're so fragile in my eyes?
I'm sorry.