Hey? Noone there. Just noone. Why? Why I can never tell I'M NOT OK!!! I AM NOT OK!!! Not because I miss something or I lost something. It's just the way I am, but I can't help it. Because I know no other way of being.
Noone there. Noone hears. Noone ever understands.
I'll keep playing happiness.
So cold in here. And noone out there to understand.
I don't need noone, even myself.
GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY LIFE!!!
Whatever. Is THIS me? Who am I? Where am I?
I'm scared, help me... No, GET OUTTA HERE!!! I, ME, MINE!!! No other one should be here. My Inferno. Only mine.
Where were you when I needed? Do I have to wait until this fucking telephone rings? Where were you?
Fuck me, fuck you, fuck all of this. Fuck Jesus, fuck Satan, fuck Serj, fuck Levon, fuck love and hatred, fuck noblity and cowardness.
What is this?
Why am I screaming? There's noone there. Noone cares, noone understands.
I will play happiness. maybe one day this mask of happiness will be strong enough to keep my body walking. I'll die then.
Still there's noone there.

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