I’m the burning Phoenix.

Man, does this shit hurt.

It’s a shame you have to die to live.

I don’t know which is worse.

That dying is illusion or that 

Life is just the same.

Just explain to me the meaning.

I know I am to blame.

There’s no one else here but me.

So why am I alone?

Why can’t I even find a comforting voice

On the telephone?