The fear comes and goes as it wants,
He never finds the truth until the day was come.
Why? Why me? The question keeps going around and around.
The difference between you and I; the life
Was a big disparity between them, in the eyes.
The unknown future; unfamiliar places; a stranger, who were friend of
Another soul of my body,
Another me.
I heard the sound scream of silence
Inside my heart.
Am I cursed--
Then why?
Two different soul in one body as a play of a drama,
The one--
Of opposite me.
Why does everybody leave,
Why does everybody see so many different views of me?
Why--
Why--
Why.
Me, the unlucky one.
The fear comes and goes as it wants,
He never finds the truth until the day was come.
Why…
