Now that the love has gone, you can call yourself lucky because I always thought I am the devil in you but I’m just an excuse for your behavior. You say it’s because of me and yes maybe it is because my words hurt you more than your fist hurts my eye. Dreams aren’t reality. The world we see through different minds, captured in one lens of emotions. Don’t go backwards! Just go ahead! You’re jealous I know, because my mind is full of colors, yours are just black and white, but even these remain colorful to me.