RUN, DEVIL, RUN for your life.

Behave, you're a bad boy more curious than in love
All this time I have been blindly fooled by you
You're no fun, you have no manners you're a devil you are, you are

This post is to ease all the disappointment I have experienced with Lay this week. I used to believe that there was some good to him; that the arrogance was just a front. My misplacement of trust leaves me feeling betrayed and questioning of my own judge of character. I'd always felt that people I had a good feeling about would turn out to be good people despite who they seemed to be with others. It was something I'd always felt so sure of myself about, but after finding out what type of person Lay is, I'm not so sure any more.

I'll come back even better and I'll get revenge. Don't forget it.
You better run, run, run, run, run...
You're caught red handed, you provoked me
Run devil devil run, run

My admiration for Lay's popping skills really clouded my best judgement. I placed trust in Lay that someone so great at something couldn't possibly be so terrible. Perhaps since someone as amateur as me has placed dance as something so much more than a tool to impress, I would have expected more from the teacher than the student. There are so many people I hold in the same light as Lay because of their dancing skills. Have I jumped to quickly into the conclusion that they are good people? Are these people what they seem for the merit people they are good to give them?


I always knew you were a bad boy,
I used to think that it was cool.

Until now I hadn't met someone that was truly bad. Why I was in the shower, I cleared my head and realised something I'd promise myself about dance. One. To dance for love not hate. And two. That I had to pick who was going to lead me to greatness. Even if that person isn't supposed to be Lay, my thought are with him.

You used to be what I would DANCE for,
But then you went and stabbed my heart.

I wished for Lay earlier. Wished that he'd stop being a douche and that he'd be able to see the terrible person he was being. One without bedside manner either. Before this I had wished countlessly that under his guidance I would become someone great. I hoped that he'd change for the better, dance for the better. How much gratitude I had for him, all the good I saw in him, the privilege I felt for him teaching me was all swept clean in one night.

There are so many TEACHERS in this world, so it doesn't matter if you're not there
Until the day I find a TEACHER than ALSO cares for me, I'll wait by myself

I hope that there will be a day these feelings of betrayal can be removed. One day when Lay realises this is not the way to live and learns to dance for love, not approval, or praise or merit. I don't want you to be alone, Lay. Learn to love.