When there's no one to hear you cry, who will understand?
When there's nothing to help you out, who will lend you a hand?
When there's no taste on the tip of your tongue, how do you know you're not fake?
When there's no sound of your heart beating, how do you know you're awake?

My name is Lion Heart. I'm supposed to have the courage of a lion. I don't. I was only nicknamed Lion because of my shaggy mane. I'm lost. I don't know where I am. But there's that subconscious voice at the back of my mind telling me insane thoughts.

And now I don't know what's real anymore.