i am no longer a child,
i am no longer thirteen,
i am no longer under protection,
i am twenty.
time to face everything,
time to know everything,
and solve those damn everything,
all by myself, just myself.
even though struggling for help,
to get at least a little secure,
at last, i gained nothing,
just nothing.
At last the problem solved,
end up become worn out,
deep in my soul, in my heart, in my mind,
but still, try to appear to be joyous.
that's me, that's me,
that's the way things work.
A perfect outer shell covering,
the sorrow, loneliness and helplessness....
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