I need reformation, but I will not move.
I will not throw away friendship.
I will not throw away brotherhood.
I won't disband a metaphorical family.
I will not stop trusting my opinion.
I will not surrender.
I'll never give in, but I won't give up.
I'm trapped in no man's land.
I'm caught in the middle.
Do what I wanna do, or do what I'm supposed to.
So who am I supposed to be?
What exactly was the plot that I've fought so hard to maintain?
I've lost it, too.
I'm just another human now.
I feel there's nothing that separates me from them.
We're all one, like I wanted, but I don't.
But I haven't abandoned hope.
Only time will tell.
My creativity still gave me my very own hell.
I thought we were faster than this.