It's up to you to put us back together again.

Crazy appitie for a game of floorball regardless of my medical condition. Ring-a-round the court in conspiring the ball into the net. It was a hard knock as I seem to not be well added that burdon. Jieren was so retard with the stick. Not even taking the initiative to whack the ball once. Claiming that he don't wanna get himself all wet. Mother tongue seems to be kinda chaotic from other lessons. We seem to mock around more today. Pouring water on suman's file and emptying the hole-puncher in his pocket. And not to mention being the main culprit of damaging his file.

Jumping around with the lunatic smile craving for more after the end of days. But it all turn up with dissapointment when there was a reschedule to the vocals test. Seemingly great to be back on track with the guys, yet the heavy heart grows up a crisis strike. Depending on the motive that things would be back together again.

Will it? I'm still in pain, hiding behind the mask.