It's bittersweet. This feeling in me. I want what I want. But want what I don't know.
...What do you know?
I know.
All of you is just a show. A fake. But sooner or later you will break.
So what do you want? I know.
Popularity. Money. Beauty. All the abstracts. Nothing but facts.
So build or break. Or both.
Because sometimes getting what you want isn't what you need. Or deserve.
It's bittersweet.