Mention something about your life before I start telling you mine.
It's time to live in a no-life. The kind of things that you don't quite like doing much, that kind. Makes you feel all weak and empty and blank.
How is it like to feel so close to breaking? All the secrets being gelled up in some corner of an untouched and unscathed soul, I walk the roads feeling a bit hollow, missing pieces of the puzzle that makes me.
How difficult would it be to stay vibrant and colourful? Sheds of grey stick to my life now.
But at least I know there are people I can always rely on. (: