I'm a blade, due to that, i'm looking for a hand.
Hey! Stop! Shut up, think. There is many people who live around you. Let me alone, please, get it now because when you realize, i will be far away from you, with me, with my life, with my own problems without yours.
I don't know what to do. Awake, please, come on, awake ! How many times should i say it to you? How many? I don't deserve it.
The only thing never leaves me, it's still with me. That's me, a thing.
Seven years, two months and all things keep on being the same shit.
By me, for nobody.
A boy brushed blue... living in black and white. 