The Way Up

In a dream, this world of Alice in Borderland.

He scared while I am followed the path.

Go to the way up.

I have a thought that I am a good and bad liar.

A good liar because I believe that all the lies I made are the truth.

A bad liar because I made people just give in with the lies even though they've knew it already.

I am really at my worst that I don't know what to do anything else except to become something I can't even recognize myself. 

I just think I would do anything over something that doesn't give me any future.

Because it's too hurt to not wreck myself?

It's undoubtfully stupid and impulsive act.

Which I like it but for my own good. 

It's not for my own good, it's just for my mental state. 

To make people believe I was insane... or sane, any choice to make?

I just love to know. How to go the way up. 

And when I am on up, I don't like it. 

I just want to be with the simple minded but also respectful. 

But in this kind of world, it's never be on the line. 

Except if you're pretty.