Sometimes I wonder what it will be like.
Sometimes I wonder if it will be all right.
Sometimes I wonder when it will all go away.
Sometimes.

Who do you think I am?
Why do you think I am?
Do you think I am?
I think.

What am I living for?
Who am I living for?

I don't wanna be here.
It's all wrong, but it's alright.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Miraman, in the year 357 AF.