Would you like me if I could've leave my past back?

But who am I without it?

You want me to be like one of them?

You want an illusion of myself that I can't give you...



Who are you after that?

Changing places, trying to fit it.

Caring their broken pieces, being scared that they'll not remember me.

Hey, how you're doing? Can't you see, they're under my skin.

Used my inspiration just for some protection...but, guess I need an army.

Wish I could run on the streets again, feeling the desire of not being caught.

But, it's too dark and I can't see the way anymore.



A goof, who tries to be cold and saw his demons fought.

A moron, who doesn't give a damn about new things, because he's missing the past.Pff, what a cure...



May I stop and just look around?

I can't belive it's my life.

Need to get used to it.

Am i dreaming?

Why can't I control...