I thought that i was suffering-proof, but i am not. All i 
see afterall is pain when it reaches my thoughts. When i 
thought i was free, i suffered even more. I thought that 
i was suffering proof, but i am not. So please leave me a 
letter before you go, i want you here with me, coz i'll 
sad when my friends are gone.
Look what you've done to me, you're my friend! If you 
were someone that i hate wouldn't hurt this much, you're 
older than me but i want to be your friend. Don't let me 
cry before you say that you hate this image of mine. 
These tears break the image of the real you. Sorry for 
being born yesterday.