I cannot stand being in this place
Where to people I'm just a face...

All these days
they're all the same...

To Whom it May Concern,
Love is not a promise...

Why am I here?
I want to leave...

Now thinking about it...
Why do these people care about me...

Brutal summers.
Bitter winters...

How can my heart be beating,
when I feel so happy...

These hands are unworthy,
to grasp such graceful words...

You left me here all alone,
because i'm someone you didn't need...

Violence speaks the hands-
of someone who used to feel...

I'm afraid to look
ahead of possibilities...

We point a finger, but
who is to blame, but...