Inside me there was a little traitor. He used do tell me I could trust him, and then he betrayed me. He used to tell me I was safe, and then I was not. And I allways fell for it, like if I was stupid, and maybe I was. Because I believed in that voice, that terrible voice that I couldn't help on following. It was stronger than I was, and led me to do things I didn't uderstand... Sometimes I understand... but most of the times it hurts. That little traitor.
He used to lie to me about everything, and he loved to lie to me about what I held most dear... and then, when the skies fell upon my head, he said to me that it was necessary, that it had to be. That it was for my own good.
That little traitor.