I don’t fear the rain.
I fear the storm.
The lightning that shock and burn.
The water that wets and soaks.
The wind that blows away all the things.
And most importantly,
The thunder that wakes up every dark being,
Including me.
Ironically,
I fear what makes me alive.

I am dying of boredom
I want to go home
This professor is an ***
So the time don't pass

I remember the old days.
How naive we were.
Now I'm lost in this maze
And all I see is a blur.

We were so demure.
Now, look at what I've become.
I can't handle what I had to endure.
I succumb...

When I remember you,
I loose my breath,
And wanna die too,
When I remember your death.

The path for vengeance is narrow
At least I have a bow and arrow
To protect myself against the High Sparrow