Season 1: I cut relations, I cut people, I carve roads, and unspoken I walk on the untrodden. Season 2: I lay on my bed, and talk on the phone, like I almost knew how to deal with it. Until I cut the phone again. Season 3: The caller calls, and I am not aware of the presence of the phonecall. Season 4: I am left wondering, if my caller remembers me anymore. Season 5: I am found in pictures pretty, and sick in bedrooms of mine. Phonecalls arrive, I am still treated with much above my dealing price. Season 6: A circumstance, circumstancing my presence, a message, questioning my integrity, an answer still no for many, A kiss from myside to the beholder of my beauty. I realised, I was as bad as I could be, their love somehow doesn't diminish for me, what have I done to gain so much, tell me my lover, am I going to die lonely?