I don't know what to believe.
This or that. 
Everything can decieve.
I don't want to trust the positive.
But the negative I fear is the truth.
Good turns out bad.
It's basicly a lie.
I get so excited.
When I found out,
I start to cry. 
There is no other way to look at this.
I hate myself more and more every day.
Confidence lasts a day,
Then I find out the good was just a lie.