The cold dead air
pressed against my skin
trying to get in
but maybe this time
I won't let it win

A man sold you off to me.
Said he needed the extra money,
And there I was only a teen.

Greeted with a warm embrace,
Finally happy with my life’s state.
No longer in a depressed place.

Then I was caught with you,
And my friends all disappeared.
But yet you still reappear.

I am the sole source of my happiness, misery and sufferings.

Notes are finite
but music is infinite.

In the web of life
there is no escape from reality.