the miserable life of a miserable teenager

My pale lifeless face,

My nihilistic personality.

Was it ever sunny out?

Or did we miss the thunder, before the lightning?Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

They say, “A criminal isn’t born, they’re made.”

Not necessarily a criminal, though I sometimes have the mind of one.

So maybe, it’s true. I had a beaming sun.

And you were the cloud.

Yes, I made it rain,

But why’d you give me a cloud?