The beginning of an end.

Troubled, yet nothing can be done.

Speechless, everything kept inside, like a inflating balloon, or a time bomb, that will go 'boom' in time.

My life, it's filled with dramas that I can never tell.

People always assume they know my stuff, the deal I go through, but they don't. There's so much thinking that sometimes, there's this god damn heavy pressure in my head.

I fight ongoing battles and wars alone. My ever loyal partner, my shadow.

Alone. In this lonely world.

Torn and tattered.