Let me tell you a story about desperation
a story you didn't want to listen
from someone who you called a ******
that you're not even remember his name on rainy days

This is a story about someone who have to fight himself
against the time and broken voices that flows through his nerves
he can't control his own body and emotion
but like other human do, sometimes he's strong and sometimes he's weak

He was too shy to tell but he should've to
Because he afraid of judgement and they won't understand
He was confused and skeptical towards everyone
Tired of taking pills everyday because it will make him sleepy all day long
But if he's not something will take control over his body

One or two scars on his skin will be okay
as long he didn't feeling pain inside
Sometimes he's on the edge of balcony but he can take two step backwards
Because he hold his hands on something called hope and family
He just need to cope his feelings, maybe here or maybe there to release the pain