I love to be alone because I find comfort in loneliness.

I'm breaking again.
I'm falling again.

I see that building being demolished in front of me. The last place we spent together, going to be gone just like that.

Is it fate that you will be out of my life? But why do you have to take memories of us away? Why?

My head starts to spin, I can't fall asleep. Not insomnia again please.