I am thinking about obsession

It just I was pretend to be strong. If I were built by words, what am I if you think every second and now it's fake, shit, and goddamn worthless. How worth gold is, if you happen seeking God's heaven?

And so, I'm thinking back and forth. I will try as far as my limit...

I'm trying to recall as many as possible I could, yet I found empty house and long echoes of those I couldn't remember.

And here we are...

...Time doesn't heal, it change us.