six.

i'm bored like some crazy people trying to get out of their web.

each day is usually the same.

doing the same exact routine on and on again.

trying to find adventure beneath the plain old boring life

but couldnt find any.

hoping for someone to save me but no one came running.

just like what i'd expected.

in this life of mine, i scream and yell at everyone i see quietly ,

with a qustion that remained unanswered.

ive been trying to figure out the answer that's been buring inside my head

again , why am i here today?

i cant really say it out loud.

others will think im crazy enough to do that.

everybody's running around holding hands together.

this is a life full of danger but we are not aware of it.

people wont act their true self.

everybody is afraid of being judged by the public.

everbody is wearing a mask like an angel in the outside where actually they are demons inside.

its too good to be true.

everybody is willing to jeapordize their dignity for the eagerness of having the power to control the world.