What lies beneath all your flowery words? Momentary comfort and promises of security and love? Your words are empty to me now. We promised each other so much, only to find it so hard to live them out. Such ideals, crumbling like a pathetic broken doll. With every passing day, the disillusionment grows. Wanting so much to hold you, but no longer sure if you wanted to be held. I remembered saying I was secured being in your arms that night, but I lied. It was but a moment's physical security. If you had cared to look inside, you would see how lost I've become, blinded by foolish emotions... blinded by you.