It's the quiet night that breaks me. I cannot stand the sight of this familiar place. It's the quiet night that breaks me, like a dozen papercuts that only I can trace. All my books are lying useless now. All my maps will only show me how to lose my way. Oh call my name; you know my name. And in that sound, everything will change. Tell me it won't always be this hard. I am nothing without you, but I don't know who you are.


- Vienna Teng, Nothing Without You