Where's my home, some ask me. I say it's school. No. They answer for me, it's school.
Where's my jail, I ask myself. It's at 49 Jln Sentul tmn melodies.
Where's my cell, I ask myself. It's my lair. room numero 2, Second floor, 49 jln sentul melodies.
Although I enjoy certain social connections, like my team
I won't die if I lack of social connection.
That's the good point about me.
Put me in a cell only with frozen bread and water, I live.
Sometimes I don't get the best things.
Especially people supposedly close to me.
Put me in jail. I love it. It's only me, myself, and I.