My nonchalance is challenged
I have cares in the world
I found my ways to strike a balance
As paradoxical chaos unfurled.
Delicate dedication,
I put myself in the way
Desolate deprivations
I find my lost selves in wordplay

In wake, awake, I wait, and watch her 
My hands, they reach, they stab, I touch her
In the statistics, part of the cluster
Put her to sleep, I rest in culture.
I tried to die, I tried to hurt her!
We felt the pain, again, our torture
I made a fist, like this, I hurt her
But she fought back, we broke the mirror

Things of the past
I must let go
Else my pain will last
Must it be so?
Turn away
That's not for you
Why keep the old hurts
When there's joy afresh, new

I see your smile,
It's all a lie,
The wanton greed
That you deny.
You wear your masks,
You are my "friends,"
So, shame on me:
I've met my end

I feel so empty,
My esteem's sore
That knife looks delicious
My nervous system begs no more.
Isolated,
I am the one who's different
Desolate
This chapter feels so hopeless

This lonely world,
I'll hold your hand
I'll pick you up
I'll help you stand
If you can't relate
If these of you don't exist
I'll still get it done:
Miraculous

From the heart
Giving what's there, what's true
I lose them all
So that I'll gain you
Your ears always tuned in
For my call
Genuine worship
I give you my all