Bittersweet

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.