Sometimes a still green leaf falls
from an empty sky...
Somtimes the rain just can't stop cry.

Am I...
A freak?
A monster?
In need of light...

Am I...
An angel?
A demon?
I really don't know anymore.

Because sometimes the angel
becomes the demon
that crawls from it's dirty pit.

But still that green leaf falls...
And I ask myself...

Who am I?