It’s like screaming but nobody could hear you. You were in fear, pain, you were intoxicated. Your mind, body soul lost itself in the blasting beats the club gave off.

You were drowning, but someone saved you. Now, he came back and now, you were drowning all over again.

Club NB, Papa YG opened this club. It was YG’s favourite club and you were YG’s favourite girl. 

YG’s Princess, SM’s Tinkle Bell.

To YG, you were that crazy you, the true you. To SM, you felt like a rag-doll. YG came clean with things, SM covered it up with white-lies. SM was heaven, but soon you got sick of heaven, you got tired of lies. You were done with being their good little girl.

You were back in YG, you got yourself intoxicated all over again, you broke up with your handsome idol dancer boyfriend for a good-for-nothing trainee who’s career is at stake. You gave up the good life for some fun. You gave up heaven…for hell.

“Why did you leave?” he looked at you with sad eyes. “I got tired of heaven.”

                                                             “If you’re not there, that’s not my heaven.”

               “Don’t do this to yourself!”

“Let me drown on my own, don’t kill yourself.”

                                “Don’t be foolish, without you, I’m already dead.”