No matter how nice I am to people, some people just don't appreciate it. I do admit being nice is also a weak spot. But i chose to forgo that because when people feel comfortable around you, they will never feel the need to attack.


But this, however, is not the case, for me. At least, one case. Trust. One thing so needed, one thing good to use against. I've trusted one with so much, as much as I could possibly give to anyone. Then, to find that it has been put to bad use. I was betrayed. Time, and time again. Not once, not twice, but loads of times. Lies are what my trust has been caring for all these times, and these lies are parasiting off my trust.


I feel like a puppet, or maybe a dog. Empty promises, lies, are what I have been forced to swallow. But still, to this betrayer, I still harbour a certain warm stirring feeling. Why......


To share with you a Russian song from Fullmetal Alchemist, Bratja. Bratja is Russian for 'Brother'. It's really touching this song, because, the story for this song is like...


In the Russia that they're living in, there's alchemy. And in order for a reaction to happen, something of equal value must be traded to get ur end result. In the Elric family, they lost their father, and they're left with mum, big bro, and little bro. The boys know alchemy. So one day, their mum dies, and they attempt to form their mum back to Earth. As you know, that is taboo. So as punishment, little bro gets his soul and body removed from earth, and big bro lost his leg (by the laws of alchemy). Then the big brother exchanged his arm for his little brother's soul, and then fixed it to an armour using his blood. So, this song is written about them, how they feel and all that, enjoy:


Bratja(Brother)- Translated from Russian
Forgive me, younger brother
I am to be blamed
It is impossible to return
that, which has been taken by earth


One that knows the law
would help me find the answer.
I made a terrible mistake,
there is no cure for death.


Dear Mother! So Soft! (soft as in loving)
We loved you so much.
But all our powers
were spent in vain.


I intrigued you
With the perfect hope
To return our family
My brother, the blame is all mine.


Don't cry, don't despair, older brother
You are not the only one to blame
We both have one road
Lets bury the blame to the depth (meaning lets forget whos fault it was)


I can't blame you for anything,
And I hold no hard feelings. (as in Im not mad at you)
Heavy is our cause
The desire to be stronger than all


Dear Mother! So Soft!
We loved you so much.
But all our powers
were spent in vain.


I was intrigued myself
with the wonderful hope
to return our family.
I am the one to blame.


So what do we do now?
How do we correct and forget?
When you can't return
That, which was been taken by earth.