Who am I really? When LOVE and HATE sounds exactly the same to me
Where should I stand? I belong neither Heaven and Earth
The kiss of an angel is no different to a rope around my neck
Now, can you tell me honestly.
If standing right next to flame is punishment then why I feel at ease?
They say "Sometimes things have to be broken to be whole again."
Halt that crap
You can never break what's already pulverized
In torment but I know for sure
I've had enough
