I used to have friends, you know.
I know how good it feels like, how can't I?
But the ones who made me smile are gone now.
And I miss them.
Actually, I don't miss them, I miss my friends.

Playing with a toy-car on the sidewalk
With my best friend Ben was the best.
So much naive passion and pure fun.
Those were days when I used to think I'm happy.
But those days are over now.

Ben is dead now.
He joined to a gang when he was 15,
And then got stabbed by another rival gang member.
And we stopped playing together ever since.
My parents sent me to someone
Who told me to get a life.
He's right I guess...

But what if I don't know how?
A shivering quiver began flooding my body.
Going up from my legs, into my heart and then my mind.
It's like a sign from god, telling you when something is
fucked up...
And it causes me a headache.
And it also makes studying impossible.
Is there a death-sentence for all the lifeless?
So why people are lonely?