I can't shake the feeling of what's to come. I don't even know what's going to happen in five minutes. My heart's still beating in my chest, but for how much longing?
The gentle scars on me keep me hiding, keep me locked in my own mind. I'll never believe in love the same as I did before. Now I'll always think of it as the monster in my chest.
If I die with my fears, there's nothing that can be done for me.
I don't care what happens to me, I just hope that the monster won't win.
