no matter how many nights that you lie w i d e awake to the sound of ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ ʀᴀɪɴ ---
Where did you go?
WHERE DID YOU GO?
「 ind. Jim Hawkins. 」
so you make your face a mask,
a mask that hides your face,
a face that hides the pαιɴ.
a pain that eαтѕ your heart
a heart nobody { knows. }