Today I was confused What did I want? I looked around Where am I? And do I want to Know that?

Many songs tell many stories, the stories always hide. But everyone see them, also they see them differently. Many stories about many different people

The darkness only kills the weak. The weak who are misjudged Those who are scared of time Those who are Imperfect

You might think you are ugly, but who said that? You might think your fat, but who thougt you what is normal?

I wonder why...

Guess who..?

Looking at the clouds