I know.
You thought that was all?
I wish.
So that night, I cry into the blackness.
I tell it all my sorrows.
I think of my school...
We will be nothing without her.
Everyone is cold.
She was warmth.
Everyone else was harsh.
She was soft.
And now...
She'll be gone.
School will suck again.
I can't go back, I think.
Not after she leaves...
But then...
Where would I go?
I think for a moment
And it's then I remember
Memories of an old friend
And old best friend
Who I let down
But I know she wants to give me a chance
... a second chance.
And I know no one at her school.
I sit straight up in bed.
This is it, I think.
I've wanted to change my style for ever
But I never do it
I think I can't pull it off
I think
That the reason I can't change myself
Is because my surroundings haven't changed
I want to stand it
To be different
To radiate Him
But instead
I wear black
I watch dumb cartoons
I don't even like black, do I?
I've been faking this whole time.
Who am I?
Who am I?
