How else?..

It has come to the point where our minds are hardened and set against the simple sanity of brotherliness. The contrite heart no longer devotes itself completely to what its other half is willing to always make complete. 

It stays standing on the loophole of shady carelessness. Being relentless on misjudging that contrite heart ever so fond of the art of tearing it apart.

How else can you make it believe, while at the same time you grieve the loss of fortunes that came with it and made you submit while you stayed by it. For that while did you realise you were never coming back to recommit when the other half would never permit.

How else can you do it? 

How else can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should become?.