I'd deal enough bullshits already and none of your bullshits will be too tough to handle. You can try your very best but I know one thing for sure that nobody can change my mind when I already set my mind. Can you save my bastard soul? Too much hatred and anger makes me heartless. I lose my faith in everyone. Everybody should keep at least one secret, because nobody will accept us the same when they discover the truth, but for me, I prefer to keep everything to myself. Cause those who hug you will eventually stab you. I can't give them the knife by myself. Can you save my bastard soul? I can't say it anymore, cause nobody seems to listen. But my soul are screaming for help in silence, and I hope there will be someone who listen. Please save my bastard soul.