I want to breath, I hate this night.
I want to wake up, I hate this dream.

I'm trapped inside myself and I'm dead.

Listen to my heartbeat, it calls you whenever it wants to.

Even my blood, sweat and tears, my body, heart and spirit. You know that it's already yours. This is a request to punish me.

We are like parallel lines, we look at the same place, but are so different.

I'm serious but you make me into a loser, who picks fights with you.

I appreciate the masterpiece that is you because your existence alone is art.

The glass filled with memories is more bitter as I drink it.

Live how ever you want, it's yours anyway.

All of the things you said are like a mask. It hides the truth and rips me apart.

It's a cycle of school, home or an Internet cafe. Everyone lives the same life.

I still believe, even though its unbelieveable.

To lose your path is the way to find that path.

That time I want to erase, that's right, the memories I want to erase of that day I had that concert.

This world sprinkeled with my creations, I've tasted sweetness and bitterness and even shit.