Haiz...
Just feeling tired man... Tired about what?
Well... Like everything...
Its like carrying a bag full of rocks on my back...

Sometimes, I do think that I'm part of a Stained Glass Masquerade.
I'm like always smiling right?... but I'm still human you know... Haha

Am I a happy plastic person, under shiny plastic steeple
With walls around my weakness, and smiles to hide my pain...
Hmm...

Lord, give me the strength to make it through somehow.
I do not need the answers to all of life's question, just have know that You are still by my side.
For how can I carry on, if I can't find you...