I'm not an interesting person.Therefore there is absolutely nothing to write about me that'll be of interest to anyone. |
Dance to the tuneless melody,
Swirl in clouds of pain...
Roots of anguish buried deep,
Leaves of joy have been blown away...
Sometimes when I open my eyes in the morning I can't help but wonder, is it really such a great thing to be alive? |
You come to this world alone. |
We're all just marionettes and society is our puppeteer. |