You can
hardly breathe in these crowded places,
Feeling so
tired of their arrogant faces.
You know it’s
all wrong, but just can’t change a thing.
And there’s
nothing new that tomorrow can bring.
Got used to
the void in your heart long ago,
You swallow
your pain and just go with the flow.
You’re
hollow inside and too helpless to fight.
You keep
waking up in horror at night.
There’s no
one to blame that you are on your own,
But you’re
clear that it’s better to be all alone.
An idle
observer, that’s your perfect role.
You won’t
let anyone get you out of this hole.
Underachievement
– that’s what really hurts.
And all that
you hear is nothing but words.
When you’re
wearing a mask, some think that you’re fun.
Your
disguise is like reflex, which you can’t overcome.
It’s true
that fair face may hide a foul heart,
And for
you, there’s no sense in any new start.
Why try,
just to have to watch it all fall apart?
You’ll
never be strong. Each time it hurts even more.
So deal
with it somehow and try to ignore.
Now you
wish to be savior, then you wish to destroy.
What if
nothing on earth seems to be your real joy?
