𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖,
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕒,
𝔽𝕝𝕖𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕀❜𝕞 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟,
𝔽𝕝𝕖𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕀❜𝕞 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟,
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖,
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀❜𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘,
𝕀𝕟 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦❜𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣,
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕙 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣,
𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖,
𝕋𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕀 𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕞,
ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕀 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕦𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘,
𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟❜𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘,
𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕,
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕,
𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟❜𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤,
𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣❜𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤,
𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕀 𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦,
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠,
𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕚 𝕒𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕨,
𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕡𝕠𝕨❕

I see your eyes look at me with that disappointed look,
it hurt's but i wont let you see past the mask I hide behind.
Every time I try talking to you, you shut me down so now I'm not even gonna try because there's no point. No point to you. No point to me. No point to my useless life I'm living or I'm just a dead corpse walking...

Why is it so hard to love?
Why can't I be perfect?
Why am I so different from everyone I see?
Can I please be perfect...at least for him?
Or at least for myself?
Why cant I see how hurt I am?
Why do I let these small things hurt me?