It's myself, cheating on me, putting my faith and life on the line, and do that almost everyday, silly girl. The last of the last, the end, had already come, and I did not know it, oh, I am always the not-knowing, yet here comes to a point that no one is answering my questions. How sad, and I am still in the sad fountain. I speak, I move, I smile - talk good, think good, and act good - oh, I am doing all of them, but not getting any of good.
I am in despair, bottom deep in where a person could ever be, intrigued by air, by water, by time. It's so cold outside, god, for who you are and who you can be, help me.
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