"It seems as I’ve spent my whole lifetime creating an illusion of what It means to be happy. Friends and lovers who no longer appear in my life are the ones my heart is bleeding for. Surrounded by lifetime silence as my thoughts repeat continuously: "The world is a filthy place." But is it?
Because of my suffers and heartache no other shall suffer and will not, no other mustn’t give up on something they love.
Just because I’m suffering from heartache.”